There was once a little boy
Who thought cracking jokes was a toy
So he cracked jokes on everyone
Especially on fat ones
…
But as he put a pun on it
His tummy grew bit by bit
When he realised it was too late
His tummy went to round from straight
…
All his jokes came back to bite
He started living in a terrible fright
He stopped eating, did some exercise
The tummy showed no compromise
…
He sighed and hoped and prayed and screamed
That this was all just a silly dream
But his tummy felt oh so real
With which he didn’t know how to deal
…
So he asked a mate of his
“How should I even deal with this?”
His mate said, “There is one thing you could do
“Crack jokes on skinny people too”
…
With that he felt even more confused
His friend left him oh so bemused
And still today he is standing there
Lost in thought, filled with despair

Wonderingly endearing and so apropos for those whose orange shit don’t stink! Jajaja
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Haha.. Nice poem there
Great rhyming too
Even has a theme/lesson… What goes around comes around
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Thanks, Danix.
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Nice piece. 👏👏
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Thanks, Danielle.
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Great!!!
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Beautiful…he’s enjoying a taste of his own medicine!
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Haha…karma on a fun ride😊
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This is good, Frank…
Fat people have more fun.
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👏👏👏
Is it cane or came here – “All his jokes cane back to bite”
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Yes I corrected it… thanks though!
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Ahahah.. sad for him man. and man you just nailed the words and the feel of poor guy.
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This is great!
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