My Happy Body

The older I get the happier my body seems to be.

I’m not sure whether it’s just being friendly

or laughing at me.

Sagging arm muscles wave a friendly goodnight

long after you’ve gone and there’s no one in sight.

The breasts are so happy it’s plain to see,

no matter how tight their bandeau may be,

they jump up and down, I’m sure you’ll agree,

like cheerleaders elated, they scream “Look at me”.

Ripples of cellulose on hip and thigh,

jiggle and giggle and seem quite spry,

swinging in rhythm as I walk along,

marching to the tune of a happy song.

Chin wrinkles grin from ear to ear

like a happy smile when a friend is near.

The little round belly now joins in the fun

as the laughing gas moves hither and yon

erupting, it sounds like a note gone wrong

as gaseous puffs move my motor along.

So I think my body, although not thin

is a happy shape for the shape it’s in.