Open Poetry #49 |
Fighting the Flab |
Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
Welcome one and all To happy times at Fatso Hall My name is Herbert Marcus Brewer Better known as Herr Sturmbannführer ~ Note, all our doors are super wide So all can squeeze themselves inside Now place your bags on the wooden stand Where there’ll be searched for contraband ~ Off with your clothes, lay them on the floor Don’t worry madam; I’ve seen it all before Now what’s this secreted in your bra? Oh, two meat pies and a chocolate bar ~ Let me introduce Professor Quack The inventor of the Reducing Rack Where all will spend so many hours Loosing the flab, which it devours ~ Breakfast is milk and Carrot flakes Lunch is juice and Carrot Bakes Dinner, nourishing Carrot stew Supper a Carrot, on Tuesdays two ~ On with the shorts and running shoes Yes, Miss Brown we’ll find some for you A jolly jaunt, just ten times round The dead guest’s graveyard in the old compound ~ What bliss is in store, what fun it will be To relax in the steam room at 200 degrees All these pleasures and not a penny to pay Just board and lodging at a thousand a day * * |
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Ari Squire Member Posts 488 In The Phallus Lane |
A bit pricey Cari, though the bark through your poetic megaphone was tastier than the carrots. How about a pound for a pound? More feelings and fewer words please |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Cute. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed reading this...james |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
hey and fighting the flab is no joke, but this poem puts the fun into it. Enjoyed |
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