There once was a little swine <br />he was partial to blueberry wine <br />and he had a fat mother <br />who had smothered his father <br />someone said you are out of line. <br /> <br />And the mother was really huge <br />and she dreamed of an oily deluge <br />where she would lose it all <br />and become a sweet doll <br />but the God of all fat was a scrooge. <br /> <br />So she went on a rampage to stab <br />all those thin ones who did not have flab <br />but she was so inept <br />that she finally wept <br />and she hoped for the gift of the gab. <br /> <br />But the weather had turned rather sour <br />it was raining from shower to shower <br />so she called to the crowd <br />that today is allowed <br />real fighting in mud, woman power. <br /> <br />But the people who'd smelled her objected <br />she was fat, had completely neglected <br />her old body at that <br />and she was rather fat <br />so she found that they all had defected. <br /> <br />When the stars came out shining in gold <br />and this fatso had done what she's told <br />she just jumped from the castle <br />to avoid further hassle <br />she had always seen others as old. <br /> <br />What this proves is the subject of hate <br />is so futile to use on a mate <br />if you hate you are dumb <br />they should flog your old bum <br />but I think that we may be too late.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hate-mate/
