Your word is
SCALE
My horse eats his hay by the bale
He looks like a newly born whale
The vet will be mad
at the food that he’s had
And refuse to put him on a scale
I play the pianos grand scale
It sounds more like a bucket and pale
I’ll need lessons soon
To play one good tune
Or put the piano for sale
In the mirror I look like a whale
When I walk I leave a deep swale
I just have to stop
So the pounds can then drop
Before I put my foot on a scale
©2025 CBialczak
Stine Writing 
A great trio Christine 😊
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I don’t think that you should start eating kale.
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Good because that is one thing I really don’t like!
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A terrific trio, Christine!
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Thank you Esther!
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