Fat Franny

...after yesterday's foray into mushy, lovey-dovey, feelings poetry I decided to throw this together just in case any of my usual readers were worried that I'd forgotten who I am.  So here you are.

Fat Franny
written by Ryan Matthew Ewing

Fat Franny was so darn fat
She was the fattest gal around
And by around, I mean she was a round one, baby
Fatter than a fat bass sound

Fat Franny had big bad ankles
That weighed twenty pounds a piece
And a piece of pie was a feast in the least
For Fat Franny the fat, fatty beast

Fat Franny had about eleven young kids
But ate them all before they went off to school
And it's cool, she said, cause today's a cheat day
Serve 'em up with a side of cold gruel

Fat Franny was a plus sized fashion model
The plussiest one of them all
And at the mall you could see her on live display
In the food court eating meatballs

Fat Franny, she somehow miraculously lived
To be one-hundred and four and a half
And half a year after her timely death
She was buried with her favorite calf

And she still somehow managed to eat him

The end!