Tenacious, accepting no dissent,
Finally displaying her curves with intent
You couldn’t blame her, she’d been dieting for weeks
It was only fair, she thought, to let them peek
Standing in front of a mirror and twirling
Didn’t notice the yarn fabric unfurling
The too snug sweater was too tight still
And now seen unraveling at will
Her mind on a high, spinning with gloat
Hid the truth of the sweater’s surrounding moat.
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https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/01/16/weekend-writing-prompt-192-tenacious/
https://fivedotoh.com/2021/01/16/fowc-with-fandango-snug/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/01/16/rdp-saturday-dissent/
