Marsupial pouch
There’s one thing that just won’t go away, or my friend and I just aren’t willing to make the sacrifices necessary to make it go away. (My friend blames her kids. I have to take full responsibility for mine.)
Some women call it a pooch, most people simply refer to their stomach. Whatever you call it, I hope you can make light of it with a haiku the way my friend and I did. We dedicate two haiku below to our stomachs but feel free to add your own haiku about whatever area vexes you.
By Linda Bang
What the hell is this?
Marsupial pouch in front
Damn, guess I should run
By Charla Neuman
Look down at my feet
See my belly rolls instead
Guess they’re here to stay
My pouch has gotten a lot smaller since I started running but it seems to be here to stay too.
Yesterday we went to the Red Sox game and my husband got the pat down. The pat down guy gave him a love tap on the belly, and now husband is self conscious of his pouch. Be thankful nobody has belly tapped you. You might develop a complex.
What makes you think no one has love tapped me? This weekend I was in a pool and a sweet little girl I had known for only all of five minutes patted my stomach and asked, “Is all of this your belly? Do you have a baby growing in there?”
Tell your husband I asked when is his due date?
How was the game? My nephew is visiting and loves the Red Sox. Wears their logo from head to toe and very enthusiastically talks about the one game he got to attend. He had to leave before it was over and the Sox ended up winning by one run. I think he’s going to have to sue my sister for mental anguish and psychological damages for making him go to bed that night.
Ohhhh luckily little kids don’t know better otherwise I’m sure all hell would have broken loose. Haha
I posted a haiku over at my blog – it’s my 2 pound struggle – sorta a belly fat issue, but mainly an all over fat issue!