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99% Fat ... The Chode
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*** The Chode ***
You could say it all happened so many moons ago
As the soon to be chode, bearing no load
was told by his coach to go!
So he sprinted out onto the field,
to spearhead his team’s win
But the gruff opposition’s foot did yield
Knocking our the future chode’s shin
He’s the chode
He’s carrying a load
He’s his own hugest fan
Cos he’s more beast than man
He ain’t skinny, no he sure ain’t thin
He’s built like an ugly brick dunny
And reaks of a mouldy trash bin
Don’t move that leg, the doctor said
Or we might have to chop it off
So Chodey’s social life was left for dead
The world, from him, cut off.
But problem not was the deadened limb,
His weight prevailing great
Couched, content and far from slim
3 months to vegetate
The dark day came for Chodey’s shame
To face his former friends
Jeered and mocked, to his face
For a gut that never ends
But commonsense and chodey power
showed them all that he
Was no different than before,
but a gut beholding prodigy.
Now you know the myth behind the mystery of he
The legend of all living things – himself an entity
From too many twinkies and VB cans,
rolls came unforseen
Still we know, ‘tis no man,
but a remorseless eating machine.
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