Honied Words- Weight Gain in PoetryMore Like This
The Queen of Bees was greatly shocked
When she rose that morn
she just looked out her window
and was, right there, filled with scorn
Amidst the Butterscotch Path
Where the sane would flee
Stood a chubby Saccharin
Eating honey fruit from her tree
“Such ignorance and gluttony”
Rage filled the Queen's mind
Not for the honey she was losing
But instead, the girl's bust line
Try as she might, the Queen was in peril
Her chest forever flat
But here was a trespassing dullard
Upon her chest, two orbs of fat
White knuckles clenched the window
And in an instant eyes turned green
And whilst the girl continually fed
Twas revenge, that sought the Queen.
To punish this girl was all too easy
She would not settle for pain
No, she wished for far much more
So instead, she settled for 'gain'!
The Queen grinned wickedly,
Running down her tower.
She would hold the girl prisoner
Such things were in her power!
Those rolling hips taunted her
As did those pillowed thighs
And it seemed the more