So here’s the thing. I’ve not been getting dressed.
At least, I have, but well, not properly.
Pajamas, T-shirts, boxers, it’s the best!
I’m comfortable, and well, who’s going to see?
And onesies! Really cute ones! I’ve got three!
They’re soft and cozy, fun to wear in bed
I used to scoff, but now I’ve come to see
The comfort value in them. This has led
Me to my worry: I have shaved my head.
I’m eating comfort food. I’m getting fat.
And yesterday what my reflection said
To me was this: “There’s no denying that
You’ve started to regress. It’s not just maybe:
You now resemble an enormous baby.”
Tom Juniper Poetry 