When cellulite appears before my eyes
I see the dimples on the skin with fright
But laying down on grass beneath the skies
I deeply breath to examine the sight
It looks to me like giggly gelatin
The kind that needs to chill some more I think
It lacks consistency, a medicine
Though I heard exercise can make it shrink
But oh if only exercise would do the trick
Then athlete’s skin would have no sight of it
It’s also seen in those who aren’t thick
Thus for now I’ll drink orange juice and sit
Because this cellulite is not just fat
There’s more to it that meets the eye with that
