My Silly Fat Rhymes

Chapter 1

I met the Easter bunny. I want him to fatten my tummy. He made me get down and beg, to make me the shape of an egg.

My legs look like they’re full of scrambled eggs.

Never regret seconds or thirds or fourths or fifths, they’ve just filled you with their fat phobic myths.

I used to wear heals, but now my shoes are flat, because my body's so heavy and my legs so fat.

He wanted to meet, he said we could eat, but where he took me, I didn't fit in the seat.

I went on a date, we talked until late, and my jaw was so sore from all the food that I ate.

I went on a date and he said, “you’re not very tall,” and all he did while I talked, was stare at Butterfall.

I went on a date, but we didn’t really talk, he just stared at my belly, and the way I use my fork.

I went on a date. We didn’t talk, just ate. It sounds kinda amaze, but wasn’t that great. I mean all we learned was that we both like cake.

Gel-filled running shoes, to gel-filled belly and boobs.

When work is this slow, you know all the calories are gonna make me grow.

Got my coffee, and a belly like caramel filled toffee.

Here’s my trick to get more thigh cellulite. Ice cream and cake before bed every night.

It took gallons of milkshakes to make my body shake like a California earthquake.

Full of lard and out of breath, I'll keep on gaining until my death.

The right comments, the right cake, do an intense *** make.

Just cake for 30 mins a day can make your muscles go away.

From sophomore year plus four, ultimate frisbee and volleyball to ultimate butterball.
I didn't grow up fat, but I'm making up for that.

Oh, the joy I felt, when I couldn’t reach the last hole on my belt.

Shaking my blubber, makes me shudder.

Cellulite is what your fat dreams turn to every night.

Don’t forget your daily cake if you want to make your body shake.

I could have kept running and eating like a rabbit, but getting fatter is my favorite habit.

Donuts by the dozen, if you desire, a belly like, a spare tire.

Ice cream every night, wake up with more cellulite.

Making myself fatter as I rewrite my thesis chapter.

Feeling Butterfall resting on the arms of my seat remind me that it’s time to eat.

He made me weak in the knees, by making me so fat I can't stand up with ease.

The slug who is early to rise, will have more time to eat ice cream, burgers and fries.

There’s a place on a rainbow that has an extra bend. It’s because there’s a slug sitting on the end.

Someone told me I was fat. Did they think I didn't know that?

Can’t sleep, might as well eat.

It’s kinda crazy that when I sneeze, my body jiggles down to my knees.

I’m becoming my best self, a squishmallow with a butt shelf.

Butterfall wants me to eat, but she’s so heavy I struggle to my feet.

Get me something to eat and massage my sore feet.

Toned and thin until she grew grew grew. She's gotten quite fat, but wants to be a SSBBW.

I quit the gym, but not the drive thru, and only gained a pound or two (every week).

Eating mounds of cakes, milkshakes, ice cream and pies, cause I want a big wobbly belly that bounces off my big wobbly thighs.

Hot chocolate with cream to help my fat dream.

I’m working on my thighs, lifting milkshakes and reps of fries.

I could be such a tease, with my thighs that look like cottage cheese.

With every bite my waddle slows, as my belly hang grows and grows.

I’d go up to the moon in a big white cocoon, to see in zero G, if I looked like a balloon.

Sometimes I wish it wasn’t so hard to fill my body up with lard.

Maybe they’d think I’m great, if I showed up to our date, looking like I already ate.

My belly, your belly, getting bigger and round and closer to the ground.

5 K runner to belly of blubber. When I walk my thighs rub, cause I'm a fat tub.

Everything about it I love love love love.

I'm full of birthday cake and ice cream, pancakes and whipped cream. To do this every day would be a fattening dream.

Soaking cake in cream, cause getting fatter is my birthday dream.

I stuff myself by day, with gentle belly play. I stuff myself at night, to grow more cellulite.

Dreaming I’d lost weight was a nightmare. Coffee and cake will calm that scare.

Elf on my fat shelf.

Used to be a skinny runner, but stuffing Butterfall is much funner.

Itchy scratchy stretch marks, I need to buy more cream. Itchy scratchy stretch marks, I'm following my dream.

My belly, so heavy, under my dress, weight on my thighs, from all those pancakes and pies.