Best Chubby Poems
Santa's stuck inside my chimney this year
His tummy's too big and so is his rear
I saw him hanging there
I'm filled with despair
Because on my roof are his eight reindeer
Rudolph's shiny red nose is much too bright
And it continues to blink through the night
It glows in my window
While Santa cries, "No, No No!"
They're both driving me nuts. It is my plight
Three days in and Santa's become smelly
No food should've slenderized his belly
No hearth fire can I burn
You'd think Santa would learn
To stay away from the North Pole Deli!
Finally, skinny enough to slip through
He quickly asked, "Where the heck is your loo?"
I pointed to the door
His pants dropped to the floor
I held my nose from the yucky stench... EWWW
I washed his suit until it was soot free
He thanked me for my hospitality
I had something for him
A gift card to a gym
What a weird Christmas it had been for me
There's one important thing I've left to do
Clear my backyard of all the reindeer poo
Four days worth of their s - - t
Made my yard a cess pit
I should've called a hazardous waste crew
I sent a letter north to tell Mrs. Claus
Why there were dark brown stains in Santa's drawers
I thought she should know
That when he had to go
Stuck in my chimney, chubbiness the cause
To speak for those, who no longer have a voice,
were I to get it wrong, would they really have a choice?
No.., they didn't choose me as spokesperson, why would they?
I am not clairvoyant.
But they haunt my dreams still...cause me to rise, plead me to look back.
They won't let me alone, point in fact.
“I am waiting patiently. Goodbye my darlings"
Bill didn't have enough water to write much more than this.
Born on Valentine's day, with his heart set on Chubby,
eight days to dwell on a love that almost was, now missed.
Mia was a sad-eyed beauty, there's no denying that.,
she never got free the shadow cast, Ernie's early demise.
Though a mother's love, given and reciprocated,
found a fondness binding, throughout her short life.
Marty made the day special for friends and family,
never thinking of himself, a miracle and twin borne.
Forsaken in life's wishes, called only for justice seen,
lived life fitting of a brother they'll always mourn.
Save up the coins for the ferryman while you still can,
the days will bring swift recounting.
Leave lasting memory for love's empty hand,
and debts of the heart ever surmounting.
CHUBBY PRIDE
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In the mirror, young Sol took a peek,
his reflection made him feel quite weak.
With a belly so round,
he let out a horrible sound!
“Oh dear, I’ve been too nutty this week!”
“But nuts are so tasty,” he sighed,
as he gazed at his fluffy backside.
With a chuckle, he swore,
"I’ll just eat one more,
And embrace my chubby pride!"
I love her joyful smile, her hair in
curls.
A plump round face with chocolate
on her nose,
for she's her mamas' chubby little
girl.
What better gift for me in all the
world,
wrapped in pink with lace and
purple bows?
I love her joyful smile, her hair in
curls.
Brown stains caress her mouth in
one great swirl,
with a drop or two I saw upon her
toes.
For she's her mamas' chubby little
girl.
"I made a cake for you" she says,
the whirls
around the room before she strikes
a pose.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in
curls.
"A cake for me?" I ask the precious
pearl,
I touch her sticky face and spotted
clothes.
She'll always be my chubby baby
girl.
Hand in hand around the room we
twirl,
when we stop, I laugh and pull her
close.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in
curls.
For she's her mamas' chubby little
girl.
You like most carbs and sweets
But you hate bitter gourd,
When you type your shout outs, tweets
Sixteen letters entered, ten letters
Are being alone and cold
As you say hello and wave your hands
Your triceps also say hi,
I’m glad that you lose negative pounds
Oh my darling! : ) at least you try…
Your favorite place at the mall
Is the fitting room,
But you shine
Like flowers in full bloom
When we walk together with hands
Embrace to each other,
We form the date of our monthsary,
Number “10” and forever
I don’t afraid in calm, cold days and nights
Because I know that you are here, by my side,
You’re my pillow, my blanket, my Bed
Your tummy makes it complete,
My future wife, I will love you till the end…
Love, even though you have your own measurements
And even rings require more gold, diamonds
Personalize…
Especially for you…
You’re so sexy… and I’m happy
That God gave me the most beautiful girl,
My heart… My destiny…
Ah, who dares to call him a big bear,
when he eats a chocolate eclair?
He drops it on his red shoes,
to hear the pigeon's coos...
then smears it all over his brown hair.
A squiggly green worm,
Feeding on the leaf,
Wiggly, she does squirm,
My plant's silent thief,
She is bloated big,
Watching me wide-eyed,
Placed her on a twig,
And left her outside,
The chubby worm green,
Wriggled to a plant,
Then in silky sheen,
Sweet sleep does enchant,
Feeling a bit strange,
She closes her eye,
All ready for change,
Soon, a butterfly.
13th March 2023
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Tom morphed into a chubby cat
But could not catch the tubby rat
So he bit a rabid dog
In the night of gravid fog
He felt like a morbid doormat
Trump With Small Chubby Hands
Trump is unattractive with no appeal;
Claps chubby small hands like a seal;
Pompous and plump;
Of fat, a big clump;
You must bow down before and kneel.
Jim Horn
Trump On A Scooter
While Trump rode on a scooter,
He had come across a computer;
Quite confused,
And misused;
Did program as detective looking for a looter.
Jim Horn
it be when Jesus said what,
Again and again you in would butt;
A big boss;
Died on cross;
Told me to keep my big mouth shut.
Jim Horn
As turkey table gathered around,
Our hearts had started to pound;
When delayed,
Was dismayed;
Both drumsticks could not found.
Jim Horn
They called him Chubby, though he was sleek and fast,
His verbal jousting never ran out of gas,
He played all sports and played them extremely well,
You'd swear as he kept on taunting you, that his head did actually swell,
My brother and I would practice morning, noon and night,
to the break of dawn until the moonlit night,
For that one day when we could say we'd won,
Never let him forget our glorious day in the sun,
Sometimes in Life you need someone, to give you the get-up and go,
it can make all the difference between also-ran and All-Pro.
It seems like the old you and now are different.
The smile that reflects in your eyes is no longer the same.
Hair that flips when you walk is no longer shiny,
Tired eyes and body want to fight, but they're too skinny.
The old you that laughed genuinely,
A smile that made your cheeks feel chubby.
A walk that looked comfy and funny,
Not bothering if you were sometimes clumsy.
The old stresses were inevitable,
Anxiety that couldn’t just be a bubble.
Tears that fall are untouchable,
Still, the answers are questionable.
The scars of hurt are still in trouble,
Even when you used to be humble.
There’s a time when you're not stable,
You cry and break down, feeling unable.
It’s not the same anymore,
You have to deal with the unending sore.
Wipe the tears and stand up tall,
Feel the pain but fight again, even if you fall.
The world was yellow. When I stepped off the plane –
The bright blazing sun beamed the tarmac and I was for some moments blinded.
A native child welcomed me.
She handed me a leaf’d crown, a banana and leant up to kiss my cheek.
That evening I slept.
In the morning I woke to a dazzling array of tropical bird song and aromas of
Nicaraguan coffee, melons and mango, fried yummy banana . . . . and the warm
sea –
I took a dip. Naked.
Something swam with me. Below me. Near me. Even, I think, right above me.
It began to rain bananas –
Astounding yes, indeed, but it hurt. One hit me on the back as I tried to swim
away and one hit me on the head.
They fell into the turquoise sea like rain drops . . .
I ducked under and dove beneath the yellow hail –
Swimming beneath a sea of yellow bananas that pelted my waves.
I thought that I would never eat another banana again if I could only stay alive.
Then I thought that perhaps it was good to rain bananas.
If that was so, sharks might wish to feast on the plethora of floating raining
bananas and not on a chubby limb that I use to swim –
I swam naked toward a dock, whilst being pelted still on my back and legs.
I finally reached the dock.
The native child was there.
Where is your crown, she asked.
I threw it away.
Why.
I don’t wear crowns, I told her. And I don’t eat bananas –
He was a little chubby
Others called him tubby
He couldn't catch a ball
Awkwardly would he fall
One day he took sick, then got sicker
At his plight, the others snickered
He knew they teased him
Which did not please him
He stayed at home, locked inside
Afraid and alone, he wanted to die
Then at last he'd had enough
Too bad for them---life is tough
He returned to school and gunned them down
Left a note: ---Yours came around.
UNLIKE ME I WILL BET HE WAS A CHUBBY HUBBY
I had many extraordinary expectations
Some of them out of the ordinary but none out of order
You had your own secret obligations
Such as a husband, son and a very young daughter
Whenever a wretched wind whips and blows
Whenever a chill wills me chapped, trapped and cold too
Whenever or wherever a loathsome weed grows
Whenever these things happen I’m reminded of you
I never knew about two children and a spouse
Oh yes I did but you swore the two of you were divorced
I did, however, once see your quaint sunny yellow house
But you swore you saw hubby only when frightfully forced
Well that wasn’t the case but I, with certainty, wish it was
So here sit I without a sliver of a silver dime
You lied because that’s what an unmitigated liar does
And instead of meeting you I’d rather have done a long stint of prison time
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Amidst the fallen leaves
creep gray fluffy tailed chubby bubbs.
Fat and burly squirrel thieves
stealing seed and nut but not as grub.
They dig and scratch the ground
chattering to wake the town
and in the hardening earth
they bury seed for all their worth.
When their hungry and ready to eat
they've forgotten every treat.
In the spring the earth will give birth
to germinating seed from the dirt.