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In her teens, she had a wasp waist
All her dress would then nicely fit
Now she is all blubber
More or less like rubber
She has no waist, is a barrel of fat
This woman is called Malory
She doesn’t care for the calorie
All that she got, she ate
And grew into a sight
Now she can move only in a lorry
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2021
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