Twas the day after Thanksgiving,
And I weigh a Buck Fitty.
Ain't NO regrets,
Because my Bread Pudding
was litty.
I ate ALL the treats,
and I enjoyed ALL the snacks,
So I'm not surprised that
my Hot Cakes are Stacked.
But, it's time to reign it in,
No more getting
"Carb~Lit"
Because "Sucking It Up"
feels different,
When my size 4s FIT fit.
So, I'm back on my grind,
with Keto that &
Macros this,
Because popping it,
without trying too,
Truly ain't it.
Pop Pop Pop Pop it!!!!!!
I'm Stopping That Shiiii.
Categories:
fitty, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
SHE SUM THANG LIKE JAMMA LAMMA
JAMMA LAMMA DEW1
she lovey dilly, doo- woop, samma lamma too!
she get gritty, grindin' getty-up ya'll know dat
she doo!
she get's jamma lamma, dop- do didhe too!
can't she wanna do, ever clever
ya'll know dat she do!
she get's down and gritty
grindin that fitty- sexy body too!
like the trophy she don't she real shiney
she's ah winner too!
she get's down, and jamma lamma
doop dew witty dew !
men day love her
she won night them
ya'll know what she do
she sip
he paid it
lamenated
swap numbers too
they meet getty
get down real gritty
he like what she do!
they get down jamma lamma
down to samppa
she get down jamma lamma too!
soo down jamma lamma
down to samppa
taste the that taste good too
she like down jamma lamma
to up dat jamma lamma
she get down didgo too!
Categories:
fitty, music,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
Bong bitty bong bitty bong bitty bay
You are the bottom thought for me every day.
Hong hitty hong hitty hong hitty hay
I am the top dog, and I simply don’t play.
Zong zitty zong zitty zong zitty zay
You’re a spectacular example of dirt within hay
Mong mitty mong mitty mong mitty may
If I know you’re going to be there, I’ll just stay away
Dong ditty dong ditty dong ditty day
Our friends no longer like you. They’ll hold you at bay.
Fong fitty fong fitty fong fitty fay
I won all of them in the divorce, so please go away, Ray.
Submitted to Nick Trim’s 8 Mile High Contest
June 19, 2018
Categories:
fitty, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Injeck evey POD a dad pluckin' bird
Wid a quote a chow-chow seasonne
Led id sid in dem fridge
(Fo tree whole day, sha!)
You god dad fry-pot on da poach?
FAAR id up an po in dad stuff
Heed dis ere PEA-nut orle bout tree fitty
(Taak almos a dhaam hour!)
Led dad big-boy fraa til it GOL-brown
(Don WOORY, it gid all da way done!)
Oooh-wee! Dem smell ghoood!
Whad you gon use a KNIFE fo?
Id fall rhaad apard in dem finger...
(Khepp yo fithy HAN off mha tuckey!!)
***If you've never had fried turkey, you don't know what you're missing...
Categories:
fitty, food,
Form: Light Verse