Stumbling blubber-bees have fountains of fat.
I fumbled on ******-knees to make sense of all that.
Pretending I love the oceans of chubbies
is like making a seal out of our patience for blubberies.
Fat floats on our oceans,
we know all of that.
It floats on our oceans,
It floats out at sea.
But if I want a gold metal,
obese is what I can't be.
— The End —