Ode to the Fat Man

O Fat Man

I see you wiping perspiration from your gullet,

large as a frog’s and as bulbous, too.

Take a break, O Fat Man

For these marble steps are slippery and fierce

Waiting for a chance to bounce you on your cushy bottom

The sun’s beating down, O Fat Man

And your fat wife seems parched and famished

So stop awhile to gobble and glug

Chew, chew, O Fat Man

For swallowing chunks whole does no one good

And no one wants to see digestive pyrotechnics

Now drown that grease down with some caloric beverage

And go, go again