The Biggest Loser's Sundress

Colorful flowers and spaghetti straps And my flabby arms from seams overlap But the sundress still beckons It’s diet time, I reckon Girdle needed, my tummy to entrap Seeking new ways for calories to burn To wear that sundress, I’ll let famine churn Want to look provocative Avoid stares accusative Hunger overwhelms, for ice cream I yearn Sign up for Biggest Loser on TV So Jillian Michaels can torture me Pushing boulders up steep hills To accentuate the frills Of a small sundress designed for Twiggy Jillian cracks the whip with no remorse I drag tired bones through the exercise course Now slim, I sleep peacefully Blessed with deep serenity While friends say, “She makes a beautiful corpse.” *Entry for “The Sundress,” a contest sponsored by Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~ by Carolyn Devonshire