Buttons and Things

Oh why oh why Do my buttons always break and fly? I do not know For my belly just seems to grow and grow I try to stipend The grownth from within But my hunger it swells And my will grows thin My buttons they seem So weak and frail But I wonder if they The problem entail My waistline it stretches And my clothes grow tighter The harder I squeeze My face grows whiter These buttons they seem To have a mind of their own They fly off at will And constantly must be resewn A frustrating matter This seemingly becomes As I sit here befuzzled And twiddle my thumbs Unending discomfort In my trousers abound I've searched for the answer But none's to be found This Poem was a lovely Joint effort with my beautiful friend Skyler Dawn. We had fun making it, hope you enjoy it! :)