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How dare you mention calories- it’s Christmas!
Well well, this poem is about pork
Quick woman hand me my fork
Just look at that apple sauce & wow that crackling
Piled up on my plate for me to be tackling
Oh what a lovely way for me to grow plumper
Outgrowing i’ll bet, my new reindeer & penguin jumper
What’s that you say wifelet there some Christmas pud left
You know if it’s wasted I’ll be bereft
Any brandy cream to go with that plum duff
Oi? don’t call me those names, makes you sound ever so rough
I know that the festivities and now this beautiful pork
Have made me look more like an efilump , not a racing stork
But calling me porker now that’s not very nice
And making fun of my fat belly not just once but now twice
you’ll be giving me a complex , and putting me offee
Finishing my meal off with a hot mince pie brandy butter & and an Irish coffee
Yes folks it does tend to sit ’round our middle
But d’ya know what I really don’t give much of a fiddle
Disability has already taken over my life
And to fight yet another battle, (with weight ) is just too much strife
So let’s enjoy ourselves for what we are
A little rounder perhaps but WTF you’ll still be a star
Keep writing on here & keep eating and keep living
Keep fighting for better, but remember Christmas is about giving
Happy New Year