I tried so hard to make her stay
but her appetite got in the way
"Don't go home" I pleaded hard
"But I have to, because I'm a tub of lard
My butt is big my thighs are fat
I eat my breakfast from a vat
Do you think I can survive
On tiny portions and stay alive?"
The End
2 comments:
Who wrote that?
me, duh
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