She's obesely, she's jumbo,
Her ass alone than me, weighs more.
A bib provide by hanging skin,
Beijing does not have as many Chins.

You don't need no more rump, dear,
It dwarfs the good ship blimp Goodyear.
You ate a farm once I was told,
For feasting, farming's the way to go.

She received a gift with bow,
She thought was something that you wore.
A VCR contained within,
"A pager, how darling", she did grin.

She ran down a white tailed deer,
With her auto would appear.
At sixty M-P-H she's sold,
"This fast food is quite the way to go".

Eating out at some buffet,
She chowed for half a night and day.
She should go work out at the gym,
'Fore greasing all eighteen of her chins.