poem IP

Knowing that my double chin was not at all to compare
with a flaxen young beauty with her whole body so rare
a great joy to others and of course herself
She would be conscious of her well shaped limbs
and her tanned body not to be left on the shelf,
being able to wear almost everything ,
even a pair of Ciabatto shoes and a g-string
I let my envy at this Aphrodite shape
turn into sheer anger which eventually consumed me at a gape
as others joy of her body doomed me to sit in the surgeons chair
for yet another thrill with plastic surgery twas to be my fair.