Bad Poetry: Where Have All Our L-Words Gone?

Dear Body...

Where have all our L-words gone?

lithe and lissome, lovely, lean,

light and lively, leap, lunge, lawn,

lift and flit, float, clear and clean,

limbo, lambada, reel, Lindy,

lingering fireflies' flickering light

in this aerie, moonlit, windy,

dance away the summer night...

I sent all those lovely L-words

off to the Antipodes

to float like a loop of spell-words

round a younger lady, tease

and beguile her into dancing

while someone is left to care

how curves still delight the glancing

eye allured to gleaming hair.

For us, poisoned body, L-words

that are left are languid, laze,

bleary-eyed and sluggish; knell-words

bleating of declining days.

Outdoor air just makes you sicker;

we loaf indoors, turn to flab,

face grows craggier, black hair slicker,

limbs grow slimmer, all but ab.

Spider shape emerging, dreaded,

inflammation of the tongue

further ulceration's wedded--

feels bad as when we were young.

To make poison sprays illegal

is our last remaining goal;

then we'll rise, soar like an eagle,

middle-aged again.--Love, Soul.

(Prompted by Poets & Storytellers United: "a letter to your body")