Sunday 10 February 2013

DIETS ARE BORING BY JIM BYRNE

If you`re getting so big, You eat like a pig,
And getting to be quite obese,
Don`t worry about what you eat,
Just diet until you can see you`re feet.

There`s crunchies and picnics,
There`s jap desert squares,
All making you fatter,
Who the chuff cares.

I tried that weightwatchers,
All to no avail,
Made me feel giddy
Folk said , I looked  pale.

The stairs get harder to climb,
I`ll move a bit slower,Just take me time.
Take aways, I love em to bits,
I look like a woman with big hanging tits.

There`s hope for us fatties,
Give up the chips,
Push youself harder,
You`ll have smaller hips.

Diets are boring , Never give up,
Cut down the ale, You love a good sup,
Some fruit is fattening, Steak puddings too,
Do it for others, The least you can do.


MY WOLLEN TRUNKS

A week away at mas expense Organised as it should My woollen trunks and swimming cap Fish and chips upon my lap Ooh you look so good in...