Donald Duncan Dermot Dunney
Had great disliking for his tummy
He fixed his jeans until he felt
He could no more, with his cow belt
Yet mostly during games of rummy,
You would see Donald and his tummy.
His mother thought he was not stout
He liked to be out and about
He enjoyed smoothies, nothing wrong
Says Is My Baby Fat Dot Com
He ventured often, became a scout
But still his stomach popped right out.
Until one day, to his surprise
He met a sorceress, in disguise
Curly red hair and twenty-three
No blisters or warts to be seen
And Donald, not one to debate
Knew this bright spark would seal his fate.
She took him through a big red drawer
She rubbed her spectacles a little more
With one great shudder, and one big *Pop*
She'd opened him in Photoshop!
She highlighted, erased and twiddled
Until our Duncan had no middle!
He screamed with shock, for he did see
Once saved and burned to DVD
His head would hover in the air
His legs abandoned by this tear
And praying he would never fall
"I WANT MY TUMMY AFTER ALL!"
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Donald Duncan Dermot Dunney
Appreciated his big tummy
He fixed his jeans until he felt
Comfortable... eased his green belt
And mostly during games of rummy,
You would see Donald pat his tummy.
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