We scarf famishedly.
I use "we" 'cause there's two of me
As far as gravity. . .
Got a heavy body that sinks.

I look down and can't see my nethers.
A fat hog, I (Ai!)
Couldn't fly if I were a bird, never
Make it to the sky.
(Ball) Ball of plump butter, unkind people say.
Of pounds I'm three gross;
In weight I go for the record;
I am looking unabashedly gross.

We scarf famishedly;
My gut is all but kissin' me.
We scarf famishedly. . .
Got a heavy body that sinks.

We scarf famishedly;
The gut and butt shift ripplingly.
We scarf famishedly. . .
Got a heavy body that sinks.

Nipping rum with buttered buns can be fun.
I get my share of girthly delights.
(I) I should get a stomach suture
Or piehole shut tight,
(Feed) Feed consid'rably less--
No more oven-baked golden goose. . .
Shut face. . .lose a hundred, maybe two,
But I go wrong
And gorge like a famished moose.

We scarf famishedly,
Just can't keep that kisser food-free.
We scarf famishedly. . .
Gotta have a toddy to drink. . . .