Fat and fit

Fresh hot made pastries
Dance in his head
While dozens of bon-bons
Melt on his bed

Time to get up
And get a good start
Countless gulped pastries
Some sweet and some tart

Fat jiggles undulating
When out for a walk
He’s better stop strolling
Lest be outlined with chalk

Working out at the gym
Getting my pump on
When I spot something sick
Plump dude, tight shirt on

Blubber jiggles out
From every which way
Fresh big Mack mc sandwich
He wants on a tray

Why can’t you see?
You’re plump and blown up
Roach coach approaching
Time to fill up

You lift up the weighs
I hear something pop
Look on the floor
Its large boy he dropped

Why the tight shirts
No one will know
Now starts for me
A jolly good show

Ambulance came
A roaring and screaming
Tight shirt and all
He’s probably not dreaming

Chubby weight lifter
They give him a zap
Oh look on the floor
I think it’s he just crapped

With the stink of fresh bacon
Cold cuts and hot cheese
D-fib’s a cranking
Smokes fillin the breeze

They drop the plump corpse
Hard onto the gurney
What happens now
He’s on his last journey

Weather the pearly gates
Or the hot pits of hell
He’s totally bummed
There’s no Taco Bell

Lifting the weights
With skin tight fit clothes
Try this at home
Where your fat can flow

I end this line now
If you’re ample and plump
Quickly raid the buffet
Fill your arteries with junk

Bone appétit