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by poeticpenguin

Fat Man

There was a fat man walking with a pie in his pocket,
Had his hair spiked up like he was stuck in a socket,
He was walking so slow you could think he was rolling,
When he goes out in the night he prefers to go bowling,
He likes to eat popcorn and drink cola at the theatre,
His waistline is growing by the inch and by the metre,
But as long as he can look at his reflection with pride,
And feel happiness at what is his strength from inside,
And he can still sing and laugh his way through the day,
Then why not let it all out, flowing sunshine from within,
It isn't all about what is on the surface of the skin.

20.11.07 - 16:37

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