THE TORMENT OF A FAT THIN FELLOW

Not long ago, there was a man

So slender, lithe and slim

His beauty praised by all his clan

Look what became of him:

When exam season dawned so grey

His study-tension grew

When stressed, he ate but (sad to say)

His eating stressed him too!

For when he ate, he didn’t just bite

He shovelled platefuls down

Enough for two; his appetite

Became the talk of town!

When third and fourth helpings were served

His belt he’d just untie

With pastries all for him reserved

How could he just walk by?

No calories by him were burned

His exercise was tardy

Before he knew it, he was turned

From Laurel into Hardy.

His stomach swelled into a globe

He copped a second chin

His rear grew out another lobe

His thighs would not fit in –

Those jeans, which just a year before

He’d bought and found too loose

Strangled his waist now, bayed for more

And hips cried of abuse.

His belly with his buttons fought

His feet he can’t remember

The roll of fat ensures he’s not

Exhaled since last December.

But when he moans about his plight

(A panda from a pin!)

His friends react with smiles so bright

And say, ‘But you’re so thin!’

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