I wrote this poem for a friend who was complaining
Some would say she was so cranky
Others said she was off hanky panky
She got so got hot she thought she'd combust
Some parts unused she said they'd rust
Now only chocolate will work
A big piece of cake would make her smirk
And then there were her ample thighs
Won't get smaller even though she tries
She looks in the mirror and hates her belly
She grabs two handfuls, it shakes like jelly
And then she gawked at her boobs
They looked like big long pendulous tubes
But I don't care, I don't get snotty
Because I still love my hotflash hottie
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