Friday 6 May 2011

Fatso

Fatso

A little fatso sat there
Oh how sat there,
Licking her fingers,
Little pudgy sausages,
Salty crumbs on her lap.

A little fatso dripped,
Oh how she wonderfully dripped,
Oily tears from her large pores,
Oh hush now little fatso,
You know this has happened before!

A little fatso screamed,
Oh how loudly she screamed,
And stamped her heavy feet,
And off they bounced,
Her fat rolls all aboard,
This fatso ship sailing on,
This oily fatso sea.


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