I gain weight just thinking about food:
for pete’s sake!
Where once I was skinny, pitifully so,
now I have ample hips and my bosom doth grow.
Bring me pizza and fried shrimp, pasta and fries, if I’m going to be fat I’ll feast on cream pies.
A size two times larger than last year’s clothes, I’m singing the blues and striking a pose.
Why in all other aspects is bigger deemed great, but a gain in weight is a terrible fate?