Suspect date a sport.

Her belly dribbled over the
Waist band of her pants,
Wasted indeed;
Spilling craters
And hillocks of under used flesh
Over a shallow slung boundary,
Wound up mummy tight.
Peaking at first from the folds
Of her seated set piece, but
Once risen, rolling and
Sloshing to the sides, and falling
Over the touch line of her pitch.