Short and Fat

About my weight

I'm thirteen stone six

People call me the blob

Some even call me a

Blooming fat slob

 

I'm not very tall

Being just five feet four

When I know I should be

At least two feet more

 

I'm not really bothered

For I know it was fate

That God deemed to make me

Too short for my weight.

The End

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