Monday, February 13, 2012

Living Large

  While looking oh so nonchalant
   The very chubby debutant,
   Lacking self-control,
   Stole my buttered roll
   And then she took my last croissant.
   Unsightly in her St. Laurent
   She nonetheless began to flaunt.
   The gown’s straining seams
   Let out massive screams,
   But she really thought she was gaunt.
   Then when the crowd began to taunt,
   She thought she’d leave that stylish haunt.
   But overloaded
   Her gown exploded.
   And she was nude, that debutant.

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