It is a fact I'm very stout, Irksome I find to walk about, Scarcely breath I can bring out, 'Cos I'm too fat to do it. The boys so very saucy cry Crikey! there's a prize pig guy, I cannot catch them though I try, 'Cos I'm too fat to do it. * * * One day I saw a lovely gal, Dress'd so neat, not fal-de-ral, Married be I never shall, 'Cos I'm too fat to do it. She said do walk a little way, Something to you I have to say, I replied, excuse me, pray, 'Cos I'm too fat to do it. * * * Around my neck her arms she threw, Took a kiss, my gold watch too, I tried to hollo, that couldn't do, 'Cos I'm too fat to do it. I followed but a little way, She soon was near a mile away, A policeman came, not a word could I say, 'Cos I'm too fat to do it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TONE PICTURE (MALIPIERO: IMPRESSONI DAL VERO) by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER EROS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES COR CORDIUM by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE MY CRYSTAL BRIDE by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS FATHERHOOD by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING |