Chapter 117: She wanted to be thin, you know? (a lil’ poem)

She wanted to be thin, you know?

Being thin was her Holy Grail.

“Show me how thin I am”, – she said

And mounted a light-blue scale.

159 she read.

Oh boy. Too bad. Too bad!

In the matter of seconds her shoes went off

And she mounted the light-blue scale.

You remember I told you few lines before

Being thin was her Holy Grail?

And again 159 she read.

Oh boy. Too bad. Too bad!

In the matter of seconds the dress went off

As she mounted the light-blue scale.

I am repeating myself but I have to say

Being thin was her Holy Grail.

Oh my god! 159 she read.

I don’t know what to say. That’s too bad! Too bad!

Bra and panties and bracelets all flew aside

As she jumped on the light-blue scale

“WTF!!!” – she screamed, “159??!!”

Being thin was her Holy Grail.

“Those new glasses”, – she thought,

“Must be heavy as hell”, and she threw her glasses away.

“Baby, could you please read the scale for me?

Please just tell me how much I weight?”

“120 my Love.” – Her husband said

And wrapped her in warm woolen plaid.

He just wanted her to be happy you know.

And as well he wanted get … laid. 🙂