Caren Krutsinger Poet Light Verse

Sassy Pot-Ish Non-Chic

I weigh two six and twenty-tons today
Fat in unforeseen directions, 
I make cars cringe, when I frolic and play
And I welcome no corrections.

Mighty fine in my well-endowed blubber,
Sassy pot-like, in my non-chic.
Whale-ish me, trice big as my mother.
Loud and proud, forgiveness don’t seek,

I have earned this fat, every little bit.
Come by and see me, if you have true grit.

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M. L. Kiser November 27, 2018 at 8:01 PM I've never looked at it that way...I always figured mine was genetic. Oh well, you've put a whole new spin on fat and I like it! Caren Krutsinger November 27, 2018 at 9:56 PM I used to loathe the idea of it, now I am reveling in it. I can roll down the hill and make a snowman now without snow.

Sherry Asbury November 26, 2018 at 1:17 PM Whatever you weigh, I weigh more...am fluffy and proud of it!! Cute poem!!! Caren Krutsinger November 26, 2018 at 1:58 PM I had included fluffy but deleted it Sherry.