Kelvin Kaleidoscope was holidaying at the beach,
When he glimpsed a tanned thigh, well out of reach.
He looked with keen interest at this thigh,
It brought back memories, made him sigh.
And then he turned his attention to the torso,
This resulted in him sighing, even more so.
The tanned expanse of very firm flesh,
Those bikini borderlines made him guess,
As to whether a sun lamp or the sun,
Had done the work from whence it’d begun.

Kelvin Kaleidoscope glimpsed his own mid-riff.
Pasty and pale, flabby not frail, in a miff,
At the very thought of flesh firmer than his.
How can I improve? He did then self-quiz.
I could run endlessly up and down the beach,
Touch my toes, many times, if I could reach.
Embark on a strict course of callisthenics,
“CARPE DIEM”, seize the day, improve photogenics!
As his day at the beach did progress,
His skin turned from very white, to red, what a mess!
Though bright red it may have become,
Still very flabby, especially around the tum!
“If I don’t have a Schwarzenegger look,”
“I can still lose weight, by hook or by crook!”
“Out with those burgers and French Fries,”
“Eat salad, the weight will melt before sore eyes.”
So that’s what he did, for a week at least,
Then succumbing weakly to a veritable feast!
A Super-Sized Burger Meal,
Satisfied a temporary appeal.
But then his inflated mid-riff bulge,
Told the world, he did indulge!
Hunger pangs did call most oft’,
Giving in he readily scoffed,
All manner of most unwise eats,
Mostly calorie rich, unnecessary treats!