Hey There Tubby
I get on my bike and I pedal for hours
You'd think I'd be skinny by now
Ha! Not a chance my belly's still fat
I look like an over stuffed sow
Pants are so large they could sail a boat
As the mast on the big ocean blue
People are cruel and say “Hey there Tubby!”
“Better stay away from the stew!”
Try not to show how much it bothers me
Saying, “Your mother dresses you funny!”
But deep down inside I've lost all my pride
To be skinny I'd give lots of money
My scale says, “One at a time please!”
I kick it in anger 'cross the room
I've no one to blame for getting this way
It's the buckets of food I consume
So call me a fatty or call me a tub
But don't call be late for my chow
I'll soon get serious about losing this fat
But it's just not the time right now!
© Jack Ellison 2012
This was written before I went on a mission and lost 30 pounds!
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012
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