Fat Girl Walking
Fat Girl on the Tube
We don’t care if we are rude
You take up half the seats, you see,
And all the others smell of wee
Fat Girl on the bus
Dear god, don’t sit near us
You know, we’d rather walk that mile
Than press against you in the aisle
Fat Girl on the train
Oh Fat Girl, please refrain
From eating things which make a smell
They make us want to eat as well
Fat Girl on a flight
Looming into sight
A hundred sick bags we will need
For turbulence is guaranteed
what’sthis got to do with teasmade? I’m onlylooking formodern versions of it. still,I think ya poem’s nasty! delete it off ya site- now!
Comment by Lisa — March 31, 2007 @ 9:39 pm
It’s IRONY. I’m a fat chick. It’s a statement. D’uh.
Comment by Minnie — April 1, 2007 @ 12:28 pm
Grammar! Whatsthat? Iwasn’t sure what I wa stalking abo ut./ I csn’t uhse a keybroad. Dman.
Comment by Lisa — May 19, 2007 @ 4:41 pm