Fatty doggy
Happy sleepy
Witty
Greedy
Pulsing
Patting
Thumping
Hugging
Trendy
Friendly
Watching
Dreaming
Barking
Chasing
A friend
At hand
God made man perfect
And planted
Two bean-like objects
Inside his abdomen
And warned mankind
Not to eat the forbidden fruits
But mankind failed to listen
And took
too much Salt
And took
Too much Soda
And took
Too much proteins
And took
Too much carbohydrates
And took
Too much fatty foods
And took
Far too much spirits
That landed mankind
With Renal failures
It is crazy
To be lazy
And lousy
To be mousy:
Of one naughty
Who chose to be haughty
And Snobbish
Who often mouths rubbish.
You can’t be chatty
And not hearty
Nor Natty
When you’re the fatty:
From almost every nit
Not a word of wit,
Everything mirroring a haze
For his longest gaze…
All these: What live observed
And should n’t want them reserved.
Fatty Who Became Batty
What we could call Trump is fatty;
His character appears to be catty;
Always meant,
To be hell bent;
Is door nob who did become batty.
Jim Horn
Fatty Rascal burst into tears
When someone said he had “big ears”
For big ears indeed Fatty had
He got them from his mom and dad
His ears where massive
Hung down to his knees
And flapped around
In the windy breeze
What with his big ears
Friends called him Jumbo
And Fatty was dumb
A bit of a dumbo
He confronted his parents
“Why the big ears” he did rant
“You’ve big ears” they replied
“Because you’re an elephant”
“OK, the big ears
Are alright, I suppose”
” I guess it also explains
Why I have such a long nose”
©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019
My fatty neighbour two hours in a day
Trying to burn excess kilocalories.
I always advise him- " No worries,
There is for burning much better way.
But best of all, no doubt-crematoriums".
How did I end up in this state?
I'm always fighting with my weight,
I'd like to put it down to fate,
but that ain't honest!
I know for sure what I do wrong,
I've known the truth all along,
but I always sing a different song,
and that ain't honest!
I've tried to blame my family,
for passing the fat gene down to me,
and making me a big fat'B',
but that ain't honest.
So now I'm gonna face the fact,
I have to make me a slimming pact,
and with exercise I must react.
Now, that is honest!
dusty was the scale, under the bathroom sink
all it needed to work, were two bare feet
and it would tell the tale
and tell the tale true
a bit portly, bending over just to see
fatty big
There’s something about humor
that suffocates my soul
ha- ha soul
a frivolous statement
that drowns out the ***********
and leaves the lust
in the un-boiled kettle
of a winded self
to be left and
blown through another day
with the completion
of an undying element
which silly people call
love
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