I carry my Spare Tire with me when I bend down low.
Tilly’s become quite a nuisance, little does she know.
Sometimes I reach down and give her a little jiggle,
Out comes a sigh and then I just giggle.
I’ve stuffed and stuffed her inside of my clothes,
To hide her chunky face and all of her folds.
I struggle each day when I pull up my pants…
I’ve yet to decide what she does enhance?
My wardrobe just sits in my closet in tears,
As they hear me complaining while I look in the mirror..
I’m expectantly drinking shakes for my evening meal,
To bid TILLY “goodbye,” I say with a squeal.
I’m sorry old friend, it’s now time to go.
You belong on the jolly old man that chants HO HO HO!
