It is a fact I'm very stout, Irksome I find to walk about, Scarcely breath I can bring out, 'Cos I'm too fat to do it. The boys so very saucy cry Crikey! there's a prize pig guy, I cannot catch them though I try, 'Cos I'm too fat to do it. * * * One day I saw a lovely gal, Dress'd so neat, not fal-de-ral, Married be I never shall, 'Cos I'm too fat to do it. She said do walk a little way, Something to you I have to say, I replied, excuse me, pray, 'Cos I'm too fat to do it. * * * Around my neck her arms she threw, Took a kiss, my gold watch too, I tried to hollo, that couldn't do, 'Cos I'm too fat to do it. I followed but a little way, She soon was near a mile away, A policeman came, not a word could I say, 'Cos I'm too fat to do it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DOLL BELIEVERS by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PAULINE BARRETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE TROY PARK: 1. THE WARMTH OF SPRING by EDITH SITWELL GALAHAD IN THE CASTLE OF THE MAIDENS by SARA TEASDALE |