My pot of Jelly

Oh my belly,looks like jelly

All squishy and squashy

A pot of blubber

It wobbles and it wabbles

And dances to its tunes

Oh my belly, looks like jelly

It wobbles along as I rush on

trying ever so hard to hide it

embarrassed by the sight of it

I wonder how it grew so big

Was it the crisp, or the waffles

or did the cakes do their tricks or was it

the creamy shakes  ???

Can’t pull my pants up and nothing fits right

its tight alright doesn’t go with my jeans 

nor the Tees and even my snickers look mean

Oh, my belly a pot of jelly

All squishy and squashy

Its flabby alright,but hey its me

Oh belly, my potta jelly

I don’t like it

I dont even want it

But its all me

yet not me at all

 ---Prabalta Rijal