Poem: “Fat cells”

Fat cells

Fat cells live on /

Like the lyrics of a song /

Stuck in your ear. /

One from which you can’t get clear./

Fat cells live forever /

In fair or stormy weather, /

Regardless of if or whether /

You’d pack them away like winter sweaters. /

Fat cells never die, /

Nor really ever fry. /

Sweat them you may try, /

Butt they remain on hips and thighs. /

Fat cells are gleeful /

Thick and sticky as treacle. /

They can even be deceitful /

And they never say goodbye.