A Swell Guy
This Christmas, hubby’s waistline has expanded quite a bit
So much so that all his clothes simply do not fit
I took him to the tailor, who looked a little prim
I pointed at my man and said I want a suit for him
He looked him up and down and when he spoke his tone was grim
‘Might I suggest a red one, with a nice white furry trim.’
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