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You Know You are FatYou know you're fat when looking down, And can't count your toes on the ground; You know you're fat when you are alone, The elevator weight limit beeps on its own; You know you are fat in checking the mail, Registering an 8 on the Richter scale; You know you're fat going into Burger King, ""The Whopper's home"" they start to sing; You know you're fat when at the dance, You cause the band to skip as you prance; You know you're fat with sitting on a chair, When getting up the legs no longer square; You know you're fat when taking a plane, Told of weight limit your bags must remain; You know when you must be really fat, When getting into a car all 4 tires go flat; You know you're fat if the cannibal chief, Invites 2 more tribes to feast on beef; You know you're fat with going to Japan, Mistaken for sumo wrestler not as a fan. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2003 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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