An unhappy jogger!

Some say to keep in shape
you’ve got to pound the pavement.
Well I’ve jogged down that road
to my disappointment:
now breasts sag,
with phlegm gag,
knees are spent,
yellow went . . .
seeped in cracks in pavement.

Some look at me and gape--
nose protrudes, face is flat
Now I wear a black cape
to hide a rear that’s FAT!
Pig-tailed hair,
gas to spare,
wrinkled skin
(gator kin) . . .
wish ‘twas my stomach flat!

Some say older’s better.
You think I give a hoot?
Sometimes I am speechless;
you still may hear a ‘toot’.
Belly out,
shoulders stout,
stinky smell,
might as well
parade in my birthday suit!