Eating
Jim Robinson Keating really likes eating,
He eats seven times a day,
The amount he’s consuming,
His stomach is blooming,
The amount he is putting away,
Nothing is wasted,everything tasted,
His jaws working all through the day,
Night time is for sleeping,
Not for Jim Robinson Keating,
His jaws are still working away,
Now so much fatter,
He said “it don’t matter “
Who’s life is it anyway!
But one day he exploded,
Cause innards eroded,
It was bound to happen some say,
So watch what you eat,
And keep yourself neat,
And you will keep healthy and trim,
So you won’t cause commotion
And lots of emotion,
When you go off as a rocket like Jim !
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