Fat Fox Poem
Fat Fox Poem
Awaking again with a stretch and a yawn I start to notice just how fat I have grown My belly, it bulges, I were it with pride even though I'm beginning to outgrow my hide
I wash my soft fur with water so cool thinking of breakfast, my maw starts to drool as i get dressed, i notice with fright my new outsized sweatsuit has gotten quite tight
my gut shows right through, my growth's gotten drastic and I try hard to pull at the tortured elastic potbelly still showing, I'm in a good mood not out of the bedroom, I already have food.
I thud down the hall, munching fattening treats is it really my fault that I like to eat I notice my fur has gotten more soft as I pick up the cream and pull the top off
breakfast was grand, a continental feast but still a small snack for this softening beast the bacon piled high, doughnuts by the dozen and the omlete stuffed turkey roasted in the oven
two loaves of toast and steak on three platters I'm no longer hungry, just want to get fatter. long done with breakfast and finishing brunch I heft myself up so that i can make lunch
My sweatshirt rides up, and the pants they head down I fondle my belly so soft and so round all out of food, I must shop today and stop at the old country kitchen buffet
first thing is first, this fat fox is hungry he needs to feed his full fat fox tummy driving along he looks for a snack guess it's time to head to burger shack
five milkshakes, ten burgers, and twelve pounds of fries all of these things will go right to my thighs words cannot express, how hungry I feel my fat burger belly, now rubbing the wheel
I might be greasy, blobby and growing more round but I am a happy, slobby, foxy chow-hound before the buffet, I stop three times more at the chicken and ice-cream and bakery stores
I slide back the seat, to help get unstuck the buffets almost empty, I have such great luck the employees see me, and some try to hide never before seeing, a vulpine this wide
I just want to eat, it's all that I do the sign says take a plate, so I take a few my belly it growls, even full of food and though people stare, I don't think it rude
I waddle to my table, well really i sauntered telling them the shirt shrank when it was laundered I eat with abandon, belly growing wider I notice the sweatpants have gotten quite tighter
my body gets fatter, love handles they loom as I swell like a living, vulpine balloon the employees work harder, for them there's no thrill the restock the buffet so I can get my fill
Closing time they say, it's getting quite late I look at the clock as I lick my last plate Indeed it is, quite late in the day "Thanks for the feast, I'll be on my way
I waddled quite slowly, having grown quite heavy My pants creak and groan, like an overtaxed levy eating like that makes my gut get quite round it takes so much effort to get belly to ground
as I try to leave, they hold the door wide I can't help but grin, my huge ass caught inside they push and they pull, they shove and they ram all in an effort to dislodge my huge can
they all wave goodbye. glad to see the glutton go and they all celebrate with a brief dosey do back to my car, way back the seat goes and I press on the gas, with the claws on my toes
I empty the grocery, pizza shop too and I pick up enough doughnuts for a zoo I get it all home, to early to hit the sheets I still have time to get something to eat
Ice-cream and cake, candy and sweats all soon to become fatty foxy meat My belly grumbles it groans and it shakes for once it seems that was too much I ate
off to bed I groan, clutching my belly tight three antacids go down and I turn off the light I grin as I jiggle another new chin can't wait till tomorrow to start over again
a scream breaks the quiet, I bolt upright and reach out my fat paw to flick on the light I search all 'round the room, it sat once more quiet "What was that sound, did someone say diet?"