An ungainly trait, affected my weight
The doctor said that I should diet
But I wasn't prepared, for the people who stared
And So I told him to be quiet
I had put on some flab, and I walked like a crab
When I was in water, I sank
It's the fish and the chips, that did for my hips
And I've got no more 'go' in my tank!
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