ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Voices
Leonie Parker (c)

There’s a skinny girl inside me who’s been trying to get out.
I can shut her up with chocolate when she really starts to shout
but she has this really whiney voice, says if she had control
this body would be beautiful. She’ll whinge and she’ll cajole.

She reckons it’s not fair on her, the way I stuff my face.
She says my dieting regimen is simply a disgrace.
But it’s not me who’s thwarting her; I try to tell her so.
There’s a fat girl in here also and she likes to have a go.

I kinda like the fat girl ‘cause she likes the things I do,
chocolate cake and donuts and an ice cream cone or two.
The skinny girl is boring all she ever wants to eat
is lettuce leaves and lentils, but she drinks her whisky neat.

She reckons it’s the fizzy mixers that add all the weight
and the fat girl likes her alcho pops; with that I can relate
because I too like the bubbles and the tangy taste of lime.
The skinny girl says “Give it up; you’re running out of time.”

And while we’re talking running, well, the skinny girl’s obsessed.
She keeps pushing to go faster though she knows I do my best.
But at least she knows I’m trying, makes her happy for a bit.
But the fat girl isn’t happy, she’s about to chuck a fit.

The fat girl’s pretty placid but sometimes when she gets mad
she can almost make me wish the other one was all I had,
because after I’ve been running with the skinny girl all day
then the fat girl gets all huffy and she really makes me pay.

Every muscle’s aching but the fat girl doesn’t care
she just tells me it’s my own fault like she’s really unaware
why I’m hurting like the devil when I know that she’s the cause
but at least I have the skinny girl who’s quick with the applause.

She says she knows what’s best for me and that I should take heed.
I’m not getting any younger (to that point I have to cede)
but the fat girl whispers to me and she tells me it’s ok,
that I’m happy just the way I am, don’t matter what I weigh.

I am feeling quite conflicted I don’t know which one to trust.
If I throw out either one of them I’ll have to readjust.
At the moment I’m too weary so the choice will have to wait.
For tonight I’ll leave them bickering, stay out of their debate.

I’m lazing with the TV on. I’ve chippies and some beer
so for now the fat girl’s winning, I can hear her softly cheer,
but tomorrow at the beach (because that’s where we’re gonna go)
the skinny girl will get the chance to say “I told you so”.

Yeah, it is isn't it? Obviously it has escaped her notice that we have fat people in Australia too, - obviously she has never met me.

Seriously though I was pretty chuffed to pick up a HC in such a prestigious comp as the Bronze Swagman and to have someone say it didn't deserve to be awarded because of the content took the shine off a little. Still like I said in the other thread it's no biggie, I've still got the certificate in my hot little hand and it still got it's place in the anthology, albeit ahead of more worthy opponents in one person's opinion. Can't take that away, as much as she might like to.

Love it Leonie. Deserving of recognition anywhere.

So there we have it Leonie I'm offended cause it is only about girls !!!! it should be fat or skinny persons .


Seriously some people need to get a life. I like Neville think it a beauty and deserves every award it can round up for you.



Cheers Bob

A bloody good chuckle mate - Ta much.

Whilst I have your ear - one of my nieces, during a recent doctor visit, complained about her newly found aches 'n pains.

He told her she should cut back.
Upon asking "What" ? He said - "birthdays".

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"onya" mate.
Jim.

JIM you are hijacking posts again ?????


Bob

That's a ripper Leonie . . . always a fan of your stuff so keep on keeping on.

Cheers, Marty

Hi Leonie good stuff, We have a couple of chocoholics in our family and they have said your poem is right on the money.

Hey Bob it doesn’t have to be about blokes ‘cos we are trim taut and terrific or a bit nuggetty never Fat or Skinny.

TTFN

Spot on there David old son.


Bob

Thats right Dave we're just solidly built . Mind you some built like a brick you know what

bill the old battler