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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