Old Fat Arse Poem by Phil Soar

Old Fat Arse



They looked me up and down and said
"There's nothing we can find
That's made you so obese
And given you that large behind
We'd like to give you better news
But there's no other way
You'll just be called 'Old Fat Arse'
Until you up and pass away"

Monday, August 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: health,humour
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