Chubby Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Chubby
Would you do me up dear, please?
Pull a little harder, they still growin'
Funny you should say this, they are not,
lard accumulates beneath a woman's skin
good thing though, otherwise they'd droop
and interfere with waistband and below,
I say it is the Lindt you have each day
and after dinner mints, but hey
I'm not the one to scold you, chubbygirl
the Atkins Diet, you could give it a whirl.
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