I want to be more like Uncle Joe
Auntie Jean was making fun of two quirky curvy dances today
they both looked at me; one sent a happy wink and nod my way
I thought they were marvelous, and resolved to grow up to be like them
First, I resolved to gain a bunch of weight, not to be persnickety and thin.
Auntie Jean liked to make fun of others, but Uncle Joe never did this.
He was a corpulent guy whereas she was a mean, nasty old priss.
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