Twenty-year reunion…

Twenty years of fat,

Can’t take away any of that,

In their jobs they must’ve sat,

Yeah I know this poem is tasteless by virtue of tat…

Twenty year later,

These women all need a deflator,

None did to the reunion arrive as a skater,

They are bigger now than was the plan of their creator…

Twenty years ago,

Boy did they have bodies to show,

That creator previously spoken of, surely on them did bestow,

Who would have thought, now, when piled together they would form a plateau…?

Twenty years hence,

They all could jump over a fence,

Now they can barely squeeze under, as they are so immense,

Hope you do not with this poem take offense…

          © ed ~ 4/24/05