Fat Man Falling From A
Tree
By Harry Whelan
Few things on this earth have roused my good nature greater
than watching a fat man fall from a tree
Oh as his chubby fingers fumbled and clasped in vain
I thought I would choke on my glee
As his portly frame bounced from branch to branch
breaking each limb of the oak
I soiled myself laughing watching his man breasts
ripple as his soft ribs broke
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