I'm no grump
nor one to dump
let alone mock
but I can't like or lump
a pudgy frump
in a frock
who my world don't shock
yet here's the kicker
as a chick
she'd be slicker
and not to deride
but if she'd lose a few
a pound or two
the sooner the quicker
on either side
she'd be bodacious
I'd be flirtatious
and we'd roll and rock
around the clock
CHUBBY PRIDE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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!"
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.
Chubby patriot clown spun like a top.
I wish he would stop! I wish he would stop!
Why doesn’t he drop? Why doesn’t he drop?
This was said by my lazy uncle Cyclop.
He’s doing okay, grandma interjected.
She knew Uncle Cy was stuck up and affected.
Chubby patriot clown showed off his red, white and blue.
If you were a clown, wouldn’t you too?
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.
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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.
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.
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
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.
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
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…
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.
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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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
© 2012...copyright…PHREEPOETREE..`free cee!
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.
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