Array ( [sid] => 185412 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => SUPER FAT [time] => 2018-09-05 22:54:53 [hometext] => A fictional poem. [bodytext] => My wife was slim when we got married, but now she weighs 600 pounds.
She got fat because she doesn/'/t know how to put her knife and fork down.
She eats all of our food, and she eats the baking soda as well.
If obesity was a crime, she/'/d spend two hundred years in jail.
When she buys groceries, people go hungry because she buys all of the food.
I have to hide because the empty refrigerator has put her in a very bad mood.
She thought my hockey pucks were sausage patties, and they were devoured.
I would confront her about her weight problem, but I/'/m too big of a coward.
When we go to Food City, she cleans out the deli.
She/'/s so fat that an airplane could land on her belly.
She said when I won her heart, it was like winning first prize.
I could agree with her but my mother taught me not to tell lies.
I have to work three jobs to feed her, that/'/s something I don/'/t enjoy doing.
When there is food in the house, it/'/s impossible for her to stop chewing.
If I could/'/ve looked into the future, I wouldn/'/t have said I Do.
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SUPER FAT
Date: Wednesday, 5th September 2018 @ 10:54:53 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: randyjohnson
My wife was slim when we got married, but now she weighs 600 pounds.
She got fat because she doesn/'/t know how to put her knife and fork down.
She eats all of our food, and she eats the baking soda as well.
If obesity was a crime, she/'/d spend two hundred years in jail.
When she buys groceries, people go hungry because she buys all of the food.
I have to hide because the empty refrigerator has put her in a very bad mood.
She thought my hockey pucks were sausage patties, and they were devoured.
I would confront her about her weight problem, but I/'/m too big of a coward.
When we go to Food City, she cleans out the deli.
She/'/s so fat that an airplane could land on her belly.
She said when I won her heart, it was like winning first prize.
I could agree with her but my mother taught me not to tell lies.
I have to work three jobs to feed her, that/'/s something I don/'/t enjoy doing.
When there is food in the house, it/'/s impossible for her to stop chewing.
If I could/'/ve looked into the future, I wouldn/'/t have said I Do.
Don/'/t laugh or make fun, the same thing might happen to you.

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