She had been svelte and tidy in her youth
old and corpulent now, this witch named Ruth
there was usually a mean look on her face
present condition was to her a disgrace
a corpulent pink frog hopped past chasing a fly
they were soon joined by a pink and yellow butterfly
Not now! Said Sir Chucky, an amateur magician.
I am trying to learn a trick shown to me by an electrician.
Grouchy blue corpulent cat knew where it was at
She loved her girth, enjoyed her muscles and fat.
Dancing to a square dance, she squashed many a gnat
Enjoying his days, singing rat-a-tat-tat.
I found a site on Etsy this morning that intrigues me
an artist named Laurie Terrier creates women statues
These are not skinny waisted women
or Barbie doll shaped women
These are corpulent, Rubenesque women
Real women like this are often trying to hide
Wearing dull blacks, tans, grays, and navy blues
Not these CR women. They are flashy.
Painted in a variety of bright colors.
With black and white checks to round them out.
I found this site today, and plan to return.
Confident women are portrayed by this artist.
The kind of women I surround myself with.
My kind of women.
Women who own their shape.
Apologizing for nothing.
Strutting their stuff the best they can – queens.
Move Aphrodite the roly poly cherub and his kitty cat are on their way.
Aphrodite was miffed, when Zeus spoke to her so roughly that April day.
She hid in the waves and watched the corpulent cherub and his kitty fat.
They were laughing and dancing, and she very much did not like that.
She plotted to make their art horrible, she wanted them to fail.
Instead they thrived, and frolicked, the kitty flung around his happy tail.
She was irritated beyond irritated, how dare they treat her so mean?
They were frumpy animals, while she was a Goddess, and a queen!
Her jealousy preceded her throughout the rest of the dismal day.
She was angry at their happiness, and their enthusiastic play!
She would have told Zeus off, except he was still kind of the boss.
Unfortunately, she retained a very bad mood, it truly was her loss.
She has the wisest lap in the whole blue sea, sending love round about.
Drifters, sailors, and those who fall overboard readily seek her out
We never knew her name, but her corpulent figure is mighty and fine.
She has garnered an excellent reputation for helping all over time.
I have heard that she is the best listener in any ocean on this earth.
Her empathetic eyes and understanding ways surpassing her girth.
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