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B-O-I-N-G
by Charles E Minshall
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B-O-I-N-G! goes the scale
When I get on it,
My clothes are too tight
They just won't fit.
I couldn't tell you
If I have on hose,
It's been a long time
Since I've seen my toes.
My large forefront
Is more than ample,
A six pack of beer
Is but a sample.
I love good beer
And I do love gouda,
Whenever I sit
I look like a Buddha.
With all of this talk
Of my great paunch,
It brings to mind
It's time for lunch.
It's time for burgers
With a chocolate shake,
A side of fries
And a piece of cake.
One good thing about
My paunch of late,
It makes a great shelf
To rest my plate.
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03/22/2002 Author's Note: I can't drink beer I am allergic to it.
Posted on 03/22/2002
Copyright © 2025 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melanie A Bennett on 03/05/03 at 04:16 AM Hehe...it is good to find humor in something that most of us fret about... :) I like this poem:) ~Mel~ |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/01/03 at 07:26 AM what a phat poem. lovin dat 'good Gouda' ! |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 03/17/04 at 06:45 AM great sense of humor. would love to see how this routine would go over at a weight watcher's meeting!! |
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