The Perils of Obesity
By Harry Graham
YESTERDAY my gun exploded
When I thought it was n't loaded;
Near my wife I pressed the trigger,
Chipped a fragment off her figure;
‘ Course I'm sorry, and all that,
But she should n't be so fat.
By Harry Graham
YESTERDAY my gun exploded
When I thought it was n't loaded;
Near my wife I pressed the trigger,
Chipped a fragment off her figure;
‘ Course I'm sorry, and all that,
But she should n't be so fat.