I'm Just Plump

I'm Just Plump

I've a snare,
the love for the éclair.
My body mirrors all my food.

All the pastries have caused my stomach to protrude.
Yet, it pacifies me when I'm in a bad mood.
Without food, I can be a real grump;

I've to live with my lumps.
I'm just plump.

A Trois-par-Huit Poem has 8 lines with a syllable schem of 3/6/9/12/12/9/6/3. The rhyming patter is AABBBCCC. The lines are broken up into 3 stanza's either 3/3/2 or 3/2/3. The last line is the title of the poem and summarizes the poem. The poem is to be centered.

3rd Place in the New Horizons contest
1st Place in the Weekly Short Form Poetry Contest