Aunt Mabel

Perfection, though just narrowly achieved,
Aunt Mabel ceases gazing at her navel.
Her face now nearly permanently peeved,
Ozempic face -- she's getting it off-label --
but losing those pernicious last few pounds,
the hips regaining youthful definition...
The pleasure she should take should know no bounds:
is there a crucial task, a higher mission,
then winning in this battle of the bulge?
And yet she cannot help it, something's wanting.
Gone too is her desire to indulge,
a shadow of a ghost that's barely haunting
this newmade version of her perfect self.
Next week's Ozempic safely on the shelf.

Author notes: image from MidJourney