A woman at the airport
Blamed her excess weight
On her metabolism
Not, on what she ate
I gave her the once over
Which wasn't really nice
Because of all the space she took
I had to do it twice
She complained it was her body
That played this trick on her
she giggled as she said it
acting quite demure
Her chin reached to her cleavage
And her cleavage reached her knees
She was sitting drinking soda
And eating hamburgers in threes
She had a super sandwich
Some chicken and a pop
It seemed that once she started
This woman couldn't stop
Then my mind turned inward
I truly understood what she had said
The answer to her problem
Was truly in MY head
She blamed metabolism
She meant Met-a-bowl-ism...psych!!
It was then I thought she'd never
Met - A - Bowl..she didn't like!
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
A woman at the airport
Blamed her excess weight
On her metabolism
Not, on what she ate
I gave her the once over
Which wasn't really nice
Because of all the space she took
I had to do it twice
She complained it was her body
That played this trick on her
she giggled as she said it
acting quite demure
Her chin reached to her cleavage
And her cleavage reached her knees
She was sitting drinking soda
And eating hamburgers in threes
She had a super sandwich
Some chicken and a pop
It seemed that once she started
This woman couldn't stop
Then my mind turned inward
I truly understood what she had said
The answer to her problem
Was truly in MY head
She blamed metabolism
She meant Met-a-bowl-ism...psych!!
It was then I thought she'd never
Met - A - Bowl..she didn't like!
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