Sally Plumb Plumb
Getting Fat - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
I'm livin' on my own now.
Thus - I gobble like a gannet
and dribble like a drunk,
the art of table manners
has now become defunct.
I feed in food ferociously
and drink my juice sporadically,
this treatment is methodical
so my body's growing fat.
The mirror wasn't lying
when it called me roly-poly,
it said 'you're being greedy,
you should think about the hungry
who are starving way in Africa-'
I know that very hell.
Now I'll have to start a diet
that will ease my guilt as well.
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