he ducked under the covers to drown out the wails
of his truly beloved checking the scales
when she came back to bed he gave her a grin
he loved her whatever she weighed
fat or thin
he just wished she realised, to a man like him
those scrawny clothes horses were a passing whim!
he much preferred some meat on her bones
and meat on his plate as well, as it goes
those weight watchers dinners she’d forced him to eat
he’d snuck food to work, he’d had to cheat!
he was no Peter Andre it had to be said
he snuggled back under the covers
and dreamed of being fed