Molly was a Granny
She had the sweetest tooth
She resembled a Gorilla
In a Sumo suit.
She was forever trying different ways
to lose some weight around her waist
Her Welly Boots to be replaced
Her hunger now to be erased
She could not pass the bakers without checking out the Goods
She could sniff out choccy bars even in the woods
It was soon to be evident
after trying and trying again
That feeling like an elephant
was causing her adrenalin
She could not pass the bakers without checking out the Goods
She could sniff out choccy bars even in the woods
Feeling understood by people all around
by wrappers and the packs that she was surely bound
Loading up her basket with Biscuit, cake and tarts
Eaten on the journey only stopping to fart
She could not pass the bakers without checking out the Goods
She could sniff out choccy bars even in the woods
Her sanity had fled many moons before
Her other half had fled with the floozy from next door
She would have liked to chase him but fell right through the floor.
Her heart was full of hope when seeing a different side
One she hoped would help her to finally decide
To give up on the snacking the sweets that she had relied
And start again the diet and use it as her guide.
She could not pass the bakers without checking out the Goods
She could sniff out choccy bars even in the woods
She could not pass the bakers without checking out the Goods
She could sniff out choccy bars even in the woods.
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