|Here's the story of a middle aged fat lady
who was busy blogging her life away.
There were seens from the porch
Seens from the recliner
Seens from the new porch.
Trips wrongly made to the men's room.
Yet she was all alone.
Until one day the MA Fat Lady
saw her doctor
and was advised to get back to her presmoking weight.
It's been three years she said
no longer an excuse
But, I'm the MA Fat Woman, I said.
I don't care, become the MA Not So Fat Woman
So, there you have it. It kind of makes sense if you read the words like you would sing the Brady Bunch theme.
The dreaded D word!
I'd rather have diarrhea than be on a diet. And don't tell me it's for my own health, or it will make me feel better. Don't call me Fatty or Fatass! I poke enough fun at my own self. I already know all of that.
Now, anyone got a light?