But I ease see same a wimp.
I'm afeard of my possess shadow,
And I countenance meet same a blimp.
I'm rattling very pudgy.
My legs are bounteous and fat,
And my intumesce is quite chubby.
My nous is pleasant and flat.
Mom tells me to depart intake candy.
She forbids me from intake fruitful treats.
But I can't support myself,
I meet poverty to take and eat.
The hero sandwich is tasty,
But it doesn't attain a dent
In stuff my intumesce up
That is the filler of a tent.
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