IN SEARCH OF FANNY'S FANNY

Poor Fanny always wanted the perfect fanny
one so lean with a nice tight cheek cranny,
just like the her lean friend named Annie
who got slender chasing kids as a nanny.

Oh she tried signing up for a membership at the gym
gong to exercise away the pounds to look so very trim,
even hired this Adonis guru known as Sweatman Jim
stuck her on a treadmill singing a I’m so skinny hymn.

Gave it up after she thought assume his smiles were affection
all those seductive words he used with such loving perfection,
all he just lured her into buying his personal vitamin collection
she left after giving him a nice shiner for his tanned complexion.

Tried the diet drinks and joined one of those weight loss groups
paid a fortune for their brand of miracle pounds way protein soups,
they claimed had been made as nutrition for the Army’s troops
group ended after it was learn meal was from bottom of chicken coops,

Now Fanny never did find that behind she craved to say is me
found a solution though that made her full figure glow with glee,
on the internet she’s a goddess so beautiful and stately as a tree
dwelling in a palace instead of a trailer at a park in Tennessee.

She takes even started her a nutrition business on her own personal web site
selling her own brand of low fat meals under title of heavenly thin delight,
put her trick photography photo on each box to make it so cherry and bright
and then rakes in the profits while chatting with new suitors on net every night.

Even got her revenge with Jim through her personal ad in realm of cyber space
trapped him into thinking she was a beauty queen with a glorious Venus face
then when he vowed his love she took him the emails to his workout place
forcing him to be her slave in many ways to avoid a risk of stupidity’s disgrace.

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK: "We need exist signs for people who have trouble finding themselves."