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Does Your Back End Waddle

Does Your Back End Waddle

Does your back end waddle like a duck?
Does your rear sway from side to side?
Is there a rumbling sound when sitting down
With large ripples in your hide?

Perhaps it's that second piece of apple pie
Or that box of chocolates you consumed
I've seen you down an extra large pizza
It's a while before your breathing resumes

There is a cure for this age old problem
It's called pushing away from the table
But it sure takes a lot of intestinal fortitude
For some of us we're just not able!

Do you ever get totally discouraged
And think you're losing your mind
You're definitely in the majority today
The country's sliding in the brine!

There's still hope for all us tubby people
But we really must try to persevere
Forego that second large piece of apple pie
And a trimmer you will appear!

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Kimmy Alan

Shame. How dare you post this when I'm eating the last of my white chocolate peppermint Hershey Kisses. I'd be highly offended if you weren't so damn funny.

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Jack Ellison

Ha Ha Ha!!! A wee treat now and then is okay, especially around this time of year! It's unavoidable! The calories leak out... it's a well-known fact!!!

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