The Scale
I rise out of bed, what do I find?
My bathroom scales are first on my mind
My daily routine, is get out of bed
Then to the bathroom is where I'll head
I tread ever so gently onto the scale
Then say a prayer whilst a breath I inhale
Please dear lord the pounds I am needing
Are a little bit lower than yesterdays reading
Now when I think of my calorie intake
A good weight loss reading I have to forsake
Eat less and exercise, drink no wine
I'll then lose some weight and I'll be on cloud nine
So now here we have a brand new day
Today I'll be good come what may!
poem by Bev Haigh
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