Jan 2
Fat bride Jenny,
Went to see Dr.Benny,
Had gas and constipation,
Could not eat her favourite venison.
The nurse asked her to get up on the scale,
The scale gave a yell,
The scale huffed and puffed,
The nurse in fear trembled and coughed,
The scale cried,
"We need your weight,fat bride,
Not Your Mobile number,
Get down, don't mount me ever."
Poor scale,Jenny's weight was beyond his scale number.
Salmabanu Hatim
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  66/F/Tanzania
     Rupina and Diana Meade
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