Open Writing

Two portly cousins in their prime
Decided it was really time
To go on a diet, lose the flab
Before they landed on a slab

Both had to do more exercise
And stick to their diet, which was wise
For Doc had told them loud and clear
Your time is running out I fear

So as weeks passed Jim found that he
Could reach right down, and touch his knee
While his pants not worn since ninety nine
Were fitting him… really fine

Then one day, Tom came to call
On Cousin Jim as I recall…
They told each other all their woes
How each could barely reach his toes

Jims’ wife hid her untold mirth
When Tom and Jim sucked in their girth
So they agreed and each one swore
To stick to his diet… evermore

Let both of us each time we meet
Measure ourselves and never cheat
We’ll see who reaches…the Sexy Status
And whom of us…remains …the fatus

So Thomas then was bid adieu
Next time we meet, I’ll look like new
And Jim with his girth tucked in
Was determined he would win

While Jim's wife was left feeling heated
Told me both of them had cheated
For each of them had pulled a con
So she’ll do the measuring from here on.