Hating the Skinny Gals

Those three must not eat at all, we corpulent cats said. It was class reunion time, and our backsides were spread. They are still stuck up observed my friend Toddie Tedd. I bet they don’t eat sugar, salt, chips, spaghetti or bread. They dress too fancy too, they think they are all that. This came from a really Rubenesque gal, I think her name was Pat. We stared at the skinnies, wishing they would be a little more fat. Angry at their lanky svelte ways, I acted a bit like a brat.