It lies in wait for me each and every morning,|
ready to emerge from under the bathroom sink.
I’m never prepared, never heed the warning
to get into fighting shape. What do I think –
that maybe today it will finally let me win?
Shower done, it’s time to engage this enemy.
It lies there non-threatening before me, but then…
I step on. Its large, red, digital numbers assault me.
I scowl, now get rid of the towel, yet still I howl.
“But I ate hardly anything for two days!” I wail.
Nevertheless, I’ve lost another battle with my scale.