Destiny In Pounds
Excuse me, darling, have you put on some weight?
I'm sure that last week you could fit through the gate
Excuse me, I noted all the doughnuts you ate
We'll need a new house just for you at this rate
Pardon me sweetie, but your clothes are beginning to split
Poor dear, even your porkpie hat doesn't fit!
Would you consider reducing a bit?
You can't wear a glove, just a thick oven mitt
Rude of me, doll, not to help with your zippers
(Though you resemble Keiko without flippers.)
Instead of a whale, try eating the kippers
You've worn out your shoes - all that's left are your slippers
Ouch! Ooh! Darling, please--don't sit on my lap!
I'd be spread out as flat as a folded-out map
You wiggle your arms and the skin starts to flap
How'd you expect me to deal with this crap?
Contributors: | F, N, Karin, will, K8, Herb, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 8th December 2003 by Anon.. |