Glorious summer, how fair thee be

Underneath the hemlock tree.

The sun beats down its golden rays

And in the air, a silky haze.



But not for all is this time

Known as enchanted and divine.

No, some will dread its advancing gloom

As one of toil and of doom.



What people, you say, could be so dumb

To hate this season full of fun?

To this I say, be not alarmed

For it is the fat ones who are done great harm.



While summer may seem full of joy

For every little girl and boy

The fat kids do not share this vision

And entomb themselves in their basement prisons.



While you play along the waves and surf

There are others locked beneath the earth

Avoiding the beach and the waves

Playing video games to fill their days.



While the sun may make you tan and fit

The fat ones could not give a shit

For them that sun is an evil fire

Sent to make them profusely perspire.



While you frolic wearing close to nothing

The fat ones remain completely covered

For stricken are they if all should see

Their supple widths and their double Ds.



And as you recline in the hammock

You may not realize how lucky you have it

Because the fat ones are so big and round

They would bring that hammock straight to the ground.



And do not deny that you have hate

For their bellies so wide and great.

You freeze in terror when you hear them call

"I'm coming in" CANNONBALL!"



Open your hearts to these tortured souls

And let them have the last few dinner rolls

Take pity on their supple frame

For you may be like them one day.



And when that day dawns on you

Never forget what you must do.

Leave the beach, the pool, the park

And watch TV in the dark.



Dedicated to all my fellow fat people sweating out the best we can.