Fat Raccoon Poem
Fat raccoon poem
A new day begins and I start to train A big fat round ton, is what I wish to gain the stripes on my shirt, they make me look round but soon I'll be sitting for-ever on the ground
I'm just a pup now, but I want to be big as I sit down to breakfast and eat like a pig the first month quickly passes, oh how time flies and I laugh as my shorts get torn wide by my thighs
more food I eat, my belly swells out the other kids mock me, as I grow more stout I walk into school and get bopped on the nose teacher sends me home cause my belles exposed
my mother is angry and my father did rant I really don't want, to go to fat camp broccoli for dinner water for desert and I found out that hunger pangs could really hurt
"To the burger joint" out my window I flew with allowance for burgers, more than quite a few five bags in hand, I heft up the sacks fifty five burgers, what a glorious snack
I lay in my bed and enjoy my dinner all burgers gone, I'm no longer a beginner every day on the scale, I relish each pound and my parents are worried as I grow more round
Lounging on the couch, I eat like a pig and mom comments on how I've gotten big my body grows out, with every meal I eat and I've forgotten what it means to look at my feet
I'm just four foot tall, almost half as round and I cheer for myself as I reach three hundred pound I try on my new set suit, it's already tight not till I out grow it will I think it fits right
my cheeks they bulge slow, as I eat real fast the rest of my face, stretches out my black mask my tail it shrinks, as my weight it sores and I spend all my money at the new doughnut store
chocolate glazed crullers, and sweet Boston cream loading on carbs is my new gainer theme I step on the scale, but I can't see the meter The next step I think, is to find a nice feeder
my sweet fluffy vixen gives my belly a pat it appears I'm not the only one who wants me to get fat I need more new clothes, for my body growing How big will I get? there's no way of knowing
I'm growing faster, because of the vixen and I eat another feast, with more fattening fixins I lay on my bed, my heart all aflutter as she wheels in a cart, stocked with fresh cream and butter
I'm getting so heavy, and growing quite round as I step on the scale, she reads "SIX HUNDRED POUND" she gives me a hug, "Your getting so heavy" as she squeezes my girth, my belt bursts like a levy
still at four foot tall, I'm finally more wide taller on my back, or laying on my side but I'm still not content, it's such a small number and I drink protein shakes, so I'll grow as I slumber
through doors I squeeze the house is to small for a tubby raccoon, who's wider than tall My weight it soars, my parents protest but I cant see them past the pizza on my chest
I'm all alone now, my vixen forgotten cheating on me, she did me right rotten and my sorrows i drown, in ice-cream and cake as I feed my huge gut, to stop it's hungry quake
the tight shirt I wore, it's seems separated and I lay in a funk, my weight gain belated mom gives me a hug, to try and heal the hurt "I think your quite handsome, whatever it's worth."
Into the mirror I gaze, my heart she did hurt it and I ask myself, "Was it really all worth it?" there's a rumble and a belch, to answer my question was worried for a second, but it was just indigestion.