In the end, isn't that all they did? They ate all the beetus, meant for the kids. In a roundabout way, they stopped child abuse, of feeding the kids until they're obtuse.    My favourite part is the fat fuckers death, I've laughed so hard, that I lost my breath. Instead of with talking, or thinking of walking, They're too heavy and heft, for air in their chest.    I think there should be a sequel, One of such size. With our fat fuck "celebrities" who'll get more deride. I hope there's an in-joke of the iron-man bulk, Who imagined "her"self, up there with the hulk. Please include references like the Australian show, Which shows how honesty in fats was so low. but this was all about fats, even you know. I wish more inclusion for our gods of the swole. Dear OP: Please hear me, I want so much more, This poem was so funny, I physically swore. Using another Christmas and holiday song? Like the 12 days of beetus showing fat-logic, and why it is wrong.