He was a shirking churl. . .
porked out every day.
Wow! he’d have a big dine. . .
pig down two soufflés.
With a whole roast, he’d crow: “Beer me—
send a case this way!”

Lumpy guy, he is way beyond lazy,
food-dulled senses are hazy. . .
gourmandy gastronome.

So lumpy guy,
his gustation is manic;
take his food and he’ll panic. . .
willpower ain’t strong.

His ingestion’s legend; I have seldom seen
him go on an eating eschew—
baked goods fill him with glee.
Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp!

So plump, this guy
That is why the Atlantic
catch, no longer gigantic—
some species nearly gone.

Well, I watch him chew and bloat
appallingly.
Guy has started ailing, naturally.

Lumpy guy was so porcine and lazy,
he’s now pushing up daisies—
he weighed a hundred stone.