Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

Mr. Angry Scale: Bathroom Floor Complainer

Go on, brave soul… step up and decode this expression!

I dare you!

Drop your best sassy thoughts below.

Do the Limbo now– how low can you go?

What am I really thinking about when you step on me?

Is it that big belly you haul about–that I, see?

Or those candies, and potato chips you hide?

You won’t lose removing those tennis shoes you just untied.

Maybe…you’ve added a few pounds more to that torso of yours,

Getting thick around the waist—can’t get in your gym drawers?

I guess gym workouts aren’t helping you lose weight.

Was that membership a good deal? Or the apple pie you just ate?

I’m a nosey scale, like your neighbor Gladiss next door.

I see you’ve been driving the red truck…four on the floor.

You went for gas and donuts—I’m sure of that.

The evidence shows that’s why you’re getting fat!

Plus, you smell like gasoline—I hate that smell!

What’s worse are your stinky feet…they’re raunchy as hell!

Hey, my battery is getting low–I’m wearing out.

Can you hear me? I can hardly shout.

I guess that’s one way to silence a big mouth like mine:

Letting the battery die out, and quiet, will be thine!