Warning: bad poetry ahead.
Tonight I danced
wearing my favorite pants.
At the lower end of my normal weight spectrum,
the pants hang a bit loose
but I'd never reject 'em.
The pants fit just right
when I've gained a few pounds
but tonight I fear that I've trodden new ground.
I looked down and noticed a hole in the seam
Lo and behold my thigh I did see!
This as a sign - to the gym I must go!
so that I can dance without a peep show.
Time to lose a few pounds so my clothes still fit...