Poetry

Ye Old Fat (#1328)

Oh, ye burdensome weight,
How thee I do so hate,
Be cast from mine flesh,
Thou snare and enmesh!
Be gone I tell thee!
Leave mine body be!
Thou art a dark nightmare,
A plague mine body doth wear,
From thou I require rest,
For thy inhabit mine chest,
No longer am I thine feast,
Away thou gelatinous beast!

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