Gimme Number 9
Gimme number 9,
With a whoop-de-doo.
I'd like a side of fries,
And a milkshake too.
Put some mayo and some lettuce...
Add pickles just a few.
Exercise and diets I've given the boot!
I'm gonna lick my fingers...
Everyone publicly.
And flaunt my greed,
Feeding my gluttony.
All this talk about slimming down,
And losing pounds.
I aint into it,
Cause I like my body round!
And glad,
To flab...
My fat!
Don't deny me now...
Gimme number 9,
With a whoop-de-doo.
I'd like a side of fries,
And a milkshake too.
Put some mayo and some lettuce...
Add pickles just a few.
Exercise and diets I've given the boot!
All this talk about slimming down,
And losing pounds.
I aint into it,
Cause I like my body round!
And glad,
To flab...
My fat!
Take that scale away.
I'm glad,
To flab...
My fat!
Everyday I will be glad,
To flab...
My fat!
'Singing that may be a good incentive,
For you.
However...
You have annoyed the others,
In this weight reduction class.
So until you find another motivational song to sing...
You'll be running an extra five laps.'
A what?
I was just teasing everyone!
'Oh...
Sorry for the misunderstanding.
Make that 10.
And sing it as much as you'd like.
Hit the track.'
I hate people with no humor at all.
Especially the ones who make bad calls...
'And you,
Will run...
Your ass!
Quick and snappy,
Yes!
You,
Will run...
Real fast!
Or...
Get
Out
Of
This
Class!
We ARE serious about this, mister.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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