Hello Christina,
                It´s me, back again. Evidently I shouldn´t have written that about `simple enough for a simpleton like me´ because I seem to have been barking up the wrong tree. So it´s not funny, then? And the jeans really were too large a year ago and too tight now. Fairly rapid expansion of the waistline seems to be the case here. Pregnancy comes to mind but it can´t be the issue here because of the references to Mars bars and those saucy Italian titbits. I realise of course that severe weight problems are no joking matter but I read your tone in the poem as being lighter than that. I´m coming round more and more to the suspicion that you are using the expanding waistline as a metaphor for something else but I can´t see what. I´m as puzzled as I was with the mother in the kitchen poem.


Best wishes,   Simple Michael





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Gee whiz, Mike: another reader who thinks this is a funny pome.  Quick, pass 
the Mars bars.
Good heavens, your brain must feel awfully constricted:-)  Doesn't bear 
thinking about.
Not sure about your comment about line 3.  I'll ponder on't.  But yes, the 
jeans were too large a year ago.  Arghhh...  not enough time to adjust 
themselves, Mike...
Thanks for reading and commenting.
bw
christina

> Hello Christina,
>                 I enjoyed this piece very much. It´s  humorous and witty and 
> simple enough for a simpleton like me to follow without tripping over his 
> own intellect - have I ever mentioned that I wear my brain down-gyved like 
> Hamlet´s breeches? Even so there was one line that puzzled me a little (yeah, 
> right, only one) It was line 3. So just one year ago the `I´ in the poem thought 
> their jeans were too large, and now they´re too small? Have I got it right? 
> It seems an unnecessary complication in the narrative. 
> 
> 
> Best wishes,   Mike