Disappearing Act Poem by George Hunter

There once was a fat boy named Jed
Who was very overfed.
All of the boys
Called him avoirdupois
Which made his face turn red.

It’s not my fault that I’m fat
‘Cause I eat like old Jack Sprat.
Strange as it seems
It’s all in my genes.
Now what do you think of that.

We can see that it’s all in your jeans
‘Cause you’re an eating machine.
If you’d only slow down
And don’t eat like a clown
Then you wouldn’t be so obscene.

I’ll try to eat like a bird
Maybe cut my meals by a third.
I want to be skinny
So I just won’t eat any.
And he wasted away, so I heard.

He just disappeared one night
And gave everyone a fright.
He’d gotten so slim
We couldn’t see him.
Though we tried with all of our might.

So we pondered over our beer
That there must be a lesson here.
If you overdo it
You surely will rue it
And maybe just disappear.