a silly poem for every fat lovely vivacious woman i have had the pleasure to know

rolling vivaciously waddling, walking wishing for a bite she sways and swings flubbering, blubbering bright as night the smell of something delicious in the air drifts by her noticeable nostrils and she twists ever so gently to follow in the direction of the delicacy a road side stand crisp dosas frying curry and chutney whiffs enchanting sambar with lovely red onions floating coated with ghee how lucky is she and so she sits admirably still on the bench bare and she with ever so much care orders 3 dosas and a cup of tea please and perhaps 1 more to take home to her niece her lips water when the aroma is beneath her mouth and steaming on the plate she grabs and nibbles and bites and chews savoring succulent stupendous tastes licking her lips, chewing slowly and relishing tastes so ecstaticly pleasing and when she is done, she drinks her hot tea adds more sugar as sweet as can be leaves a large tip and takes up her package loosens her petticoat discretely prettily popping mints in her mouth again swaying down the street saucily

I am hungry.

Thanks for *ahem* weighing in! This was one of my favorites!