Martha

Martha couldn't be described
as 'plump', or rather 'large',
'big' would understate her state
and so would
'like a barge'
Martha was a very special
5 star triple L
so finding clothes to fit her
she'd describe as shopping hell.

Camping shops sold' 4 man tents'
that just about went round,
she needed ones with awnings
for her arse that touched the ground.
The ones with built-in bedrooms
could be fashioned into slacks
and zip up inner pockets
could be used for storing snacks

One would quite imagine
that a lonely life she led,
as she would find it hard to fit another in her bed,
but dating on the world wide web
she didn't see as lude;
the virtual love she found would mean
she needn't share her food!

So Martha was quite happy
to continue with her passion
of stuffing herself silly
like it's going out of fashion.
Doctors tried to warn her
of the fate that surely meant
one day she would get so big that
she'd need a bigger tent.

But Martha was no martyr
and enjoyed her food too much
to change her ways of eating
though she couldn't see her crotch,
or tie her shoes, or touch her knees
or even wipe her bottom,
or find the food she's dropped between her breasts
and now forgotten.

But predictably, as fete would say,
she rumbled from below,
and like a trick
her girth began to
grow
then GROW
and GROW.
"A little wind", she chuckled
but the noise did not subside.
With one big bang,
like time began,
exploding Martha died.

The End