I heard of a woman whose hubby
was somewhat squat, rotund, and chubby.
The might of his thrust
was rightfully just
overcoming the short and stubby.
Farewell, Tinky Winky
You were purple, with a red
Handbag in your tinky hands
And hanger on your head
And you taught a generation
To say 'Uh Oh' to the sky
Tubby Bye Bye Tinky
Tubby Bye
© Gail Foster 23rd January 2018
I used to sashay into a room
And see all the guys just stare
Now when I waddle in a room
I get cuddled like a bear
I reveled in the very fact
That I was just sizzling hot
Now I feel rather lukewarm
Marilyn Monroe I am NOT!
I used to have a tiny waist
That accentuated my breast
Now there are lots of tiny rolls
That go right up to my chest
People like to touch my arms
They remind them of a pillow
And when I walk, do watch out!
My bum does jiggle like jello
Although now I am not streamlined
Unlike Angelina Jolie
I’m still happy with who I am
Cause there’s beauty inside of me
I don’t think that a woman’s meant
To be merely some skin and bones
But rather curvaciously soft
Or her pokiness will bring groans
And yet I confess to moments
When I wish I could turn back time
I want to be drop dead gorgeous
Not skinny… but full and sublime
Well, this lament is getting lame
So I'll start the exercise craze
I still want to make men go weak
So they’ll stare at me in a daze!
But Belly Dancing won’t be fun
There just won’t be enough to shake
So maybe I’ll just stay this way
And be good...for heaven’s sake!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I get on my bike and I pedal for hours
You'd think I'd be skinny by now
Ha! Not a chance my belly's still fat
I look like an over stuffed sow
Pants are so large they could sail a boat
As the mast on the big ocean blue
People are cruel and say “Hey there Tubby!”
“Better stay away from the stew!”
Try not to show how much it bothers me
Saying, “Your mother dresses you funny!”
But deep down inside I've lost all my pride
To be skinny I'd give lots of money
My scale says, “One at a time please!”
I kick it in anger 'cross the room
I've no one to blame for getting this way
It's the buckets of food I consume
So call me a fatty or call me a tub
But don't call be late for my chow
I'll soon get serious about losing this fat
But it's just not the time right now!
© Jack Ellison 2012
This was written before I went on a mission and lost 30 pounds!
Retaliatory Repercussions
by Sean Kelly
A young fertile mother begat
Triplets, called Tim, Tom and Tat
Great fun at breeding
Confusion at feeding
When she found there was no tit-for-tat
( Chosen because it made me laugh..Sean always does...)
Tubby Triplet Trouble
The triplets became very fat
Except for the one called Tat
He became very slim
"Cause he went to the gym
Tim and Tom thought him a brat
The fat ones started to cry
Thought about giving up pie
When Tat found a girl
And gave her a whirl
Their cravings started to die
For the Double Limerick contest...
I know a little tabby cat
her fluffy tummy slightly fat
She wobbles as she jogs along
I worry, is there something wrong
My worries are now put aside
that tabby cat now lies with pride
amongst her little kittens nine
all asleep in one long line
Contest : Cat Tails
10th place
Contest : my Best pet or animal poem
10th place
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