Who Dat Fat Poem by Snake Blocker

You look like a wreak and you lie like a brat.
I may be a rebel but you are too fat.
You tease with our chatting and that is a fact.
But you know I hate you, Who Dat Fat!

A whimsical rhyme like the Cat in the Hat.
Not too profound but who cares, Who Dat Fat?
You tell me, "Come over, " like a welcoming mat.
Your wish I will grant you and destroy Who Dat Fat.

I can't wait to see you. I prepare my bat,
The bat can destroy you and finish Who Dat Fat.
I'll hit you from Sunday a week until Sat.
My lips will but curse you for being Who Dat Fat.

I give you a beating; you give me a pat.
I'll expose your lies and the person Who Dat Fat.
You'll burn from O'Fire 'cause I know where you sat.
My future's exciting when I vanquish Who Dat Fat.