Ah, once there was a plan..
Help promised by the entire clan.
On all sweets a ban..
Not even a coke can.
Alas things fall apart..
Finding time is an art.
From the plan I depart..
Weight loss is now in the cart.
With things not going great..
Old clothes fit not, at this rate.
To have the sadness abate..
Pick the keys, walk out the gate.
To buy a pair of jeans standing in the store..
Ugh, the collection ugly to the core.
Skinny, tattered, distressed, all styles I abhor..
Who, tell me who, these styles wore.
Sigh, to have such ugly a goal..
Jeans I would not touch with a pole.
Even with a threat to be burnt over coal..
Would not put such a burden on my soul.
Tell me is it such difficult a task..
A good pair of Jeans too much to ask.
When they put on the designer mask..
And in the title so bask.