The Perils Of Obesity

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Title:     The Perils Of Obesity
Author: Harry Graham [More Titles by Graham]

YESTERDAY my gun exploded
When I thought it wasn't loaded;
Near my wife I pressed the trigger,
Chipped a fragment off her figure;
'Course I'm sorry, and all that,
But she shouldn't be so fat.

"Now, although the room grows chilly,
I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy."]

[The end]
Harry Graham's poem: Perils Of Obesity

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