A Last Word For Pat.

this is an epitaph to uncle pat, who died because he got over fat, for breakfast he had cereals and toast, but only two loaves of bread,he'd boast. then for lunch,fish,chips and mushy peas, he could eat three helpings of these, then for tea,eight sausages,bacon and eggs, until his weight finally broke both legs. from his hips down they used a ton of plaster, to each foot they fitted a castor, a stool with wheels under his bum, then liquid food,oh that made pat glum. but very soon his belly began to shrink, it started to make pat stop to think, he said"gosh it's years since I've seen the floor" i won't eat rubbish food no more, his pot came off,a slim pat he did see, i'll reward myself with a cruise to be free, he drank wine after supper,he got very drunk, then broke his neck when he fell from the bunk.