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Mother, writer and daydreamer. Also chocoholic and chick-flick lover. But mainly mommy. To two boys, at that! When not escorting my Elder One (EO) to karate class, I'm trying to get in as many cuddles as possible from my Younger One (YO). And when not doing either, I'm hard-at-work trying to maintain a steady relationship with my laptop. And as for the Man I Married (MIM), well, let’s just put it this way – even though we share a bedroom, our most meaningful conversations are held over the cell-phone!

Friday, November 21, 2008

Fat Poem

Hey diddle, diddle,
The fat and the frizzle...
My thighs shake all on their own.

My tummy's all lard,
Of the jelly-type, that too...
And my hips are way past over-grown.

5 comments:

OrangeJammies said...

LOL!
Forgive me, I couldn't resist:

Oh when the blimps,
go marching in,
oh when the blimps go marching in,
I want to be in that numberrrrr,
oh when the blimps go marching in!

;0)

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

OJ...never curb your 'resistations'. The more, the better!

Still thinking said...

Lol!

You guys are so funny! :D

dipali said...

OJ, that was brilliant.
I'm definitely in that number.
M4, let's meet soon-
I'm sure you'll feel slim once you meet me:)

maidinmalaysia.wordpress.com said...

first peek in here.
first visited OJ, now you...

your experiments with verse are like my grandma's extra sweet sinful mysore pak.


thankfully reading isn't fattening,
or is it