My Abs by Herbert Nehrlich

Asleep with innate innocence

the jowls stretched out, no hair is tense.

You took advantage of me then

a wife can do this to her men.

You peeked by lifting silken covers

as if the time had come for lovers, 

and early in the morning yet

a sign of ageing etiquette?

I did acquire as of late

a more relaxed but steady state, 

a lack of juice to sting to action

abdominals and their contraction.

I never meant to show a soul, 

that I had grown a fleshy roll

of dormant muscles infiltrated

with fats that one finds illustrated 

in nudist camps and magazines.

In future I shall eat my beans

each night before the lights go dim

until my pot reverts to trim.

Until that day please do refrain.

A man like me is always vain.

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