part of me, how big it'sgrown, I was in shape not for long,
it wasn't big...
my wife she laughed and I got mad, the first day that I showed her it
she said.. "holy frig!"
then the big pants came she tried to wash them, hang them
dry, that's her intent
the pockets large, the hemline short, the ass so wide,
and stained from farts, lookd like a tent..
striped rear end from all the farts, the ones I get from buttertarts
I rip them so..
I surprised myself I guess, I washed them once, so I would see
how to make them go
and it would shure embarras her when neighbours seen the
tent a-blow, 'cause they would laugh
but now I'll try and lose some weight, longer "thing" and feel so great
my size in half..

but tummy, I'll miss you, and I feed you good
and I'd love to keep you, if only I could

I broke a seat and I was sad, I guess bad steel was all they had
I felt so dank
so I sat upon my children's toy, the stainless steel big panzer one
the army tank.
I snack all day so needlessly I feed my face incessantly
in the middle of the day
now in the early part of spring I'll eat mushrooms, and diet things
tum goes away..

and funny, I'll miss you I'll try bein good,
and tummy, I'd love to keep you if I could

one day when I was not at home, the golden arches called me on
and I went in
I realized right theren and there a waist is neither here nor there
I stuffed it in
now my life's a king size bed, with chocolate wrappers by my head
I've become vexed
too big for kissing, hugging her, forget me ever seeing "fur"
or getting sexed..

part of me, how big it'sgrown, I was in shape not for long,
it wasn't big...
my wife she laughed and I got mad, the first day that I showed her it
she said.. "holy frig!"

and tummy, I'd miss you, it would not be good
so tummy I'll keep you and just eat more food