In The Muck: A Collection of Anagrams

Five, Four, Three, Two, One

Feverishly pacing, the Skinny Man waited.

In constant vigilance did he spend his days.

Vexing it was, how the man could endure,

Every second in terror and unending suspense.

For five days he waited and five days he called,

Out for the likes of his mistress.

Under pressure and under stress,

Realization hit that two days had since passed.

To the Skinny Man's surprise, the Fat Woman came.

Her body had shrunk to that of his own.

Reality struck as the man realized just how far time had stretched since their last meeting.

Even though she spoke, no words could be heard in the same sweet tone.

Eventually, the Skinny Man could take it no longer.

Three days he had waited, yet all was in vain.

Wasted was his worry, for no time could turn the woman back to her glory.

One by one, new hours withered away.

One day left and the Skinny Man was appalling.

No worry could be seen (or anything for that matter).

Every memory of his love was soon washed away with gin.