You chow a bowl of pudding and it multiplies your flab.
It tastes so good you just don't care, there's no way you feel bad.
Your doctor says you are obese, you must lose weight to live.
You want to rap him in the mouth and stick him with a shiv.
You calm your wrath and head on home, dump ice cream in a bowl.
The doctor may be skinny but the slug ain't got no soul.
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