I am Fat!

Who will hear my story told?
In this story you’ll find me bold.
I run after food ’cause I’m fat,
Like a big cat after a rat.
The behaviour of a host towards me is cold,
But it is a tradition too old,
And since I’ve got used to it,
To eat anything I declare myself fit.
People call me the enemy of the grain,
And that I think with me belly and not my brain.
I consider myself ‘uber alles’
(Though as a joke) When they call me ‘robustus’.
People eat to live,
But I live to eat,
That is my life
As you can see!
So did you find that I was bold,
Who has heard my story told?
Composed February 2002

Composed November 2001