The Fat poem
Than creamy fatty guy
When others pick another sort
Id rather not to try
Their squashy bellies smell with sweets
They wobble and they bounce
Their juicy mouths would grab my tits
And eat them all at once
Their chubby fingers gentle touch
Turned soft from all this food
Oh God, their chunky blazing match
Can make me feel so good!
So these who mock and laugh about
Do not misjudge the grace
Of those who stand all fat and proud
With round and happy face!
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