Choosing to withstand those baleful days
whose menace would cast aspersions
on my love for life
I will disguise the grinding of my teeth
by chomping raw pasta
for breakfast, dinner and tea,
then gaily hang waterbags on the washing line.
If, as I am pegging out,
there is laughter in the snicket,
I will believe it is with me
and belly back wholeheartedly.
In these considered ways
I will stay active,
keep my stomach lined,
and, hey ho, the flies will not bother us this spring.