The Eternal Flux

A woman's weight is always in flux,

Green tea is consumed in copious cups,

But the mum-tum,

Refuses to budge, suddenly the double chin begins to hum,

Just when you thought you'd gotten rid of all that flab,

Thanks to a fever that happened five minutes ago, the gap,

Between your jean button and the button hole,

Begins to increase, weren't you a pole,

Just five minutes ago, along with that wretched fever,

It made you a believer,

Of looking 20 in your forties,

Then you realise, your body fat wants to be naughty,

It wants to take you for a ride,

You'll have to eat your main course as a side,

And drink water instead of food, whenever you're hungry,

I miss the good old days of wearing dungarees,

And closely resembling a round boy,

Such a killjoy,

Being a woman, you're expected to multitask,

And constantly keep track,

Of the weighing scale,

Scrutize every detail,

Look impossibly skinny,

Be pleasant like Minnie,

The mouse of course,

And show no remorse.