\n Fat raccoon poem

\n A new day begins and I start to train
\n A big fat round ton, is what I wish to gain
\n the stripes on my shirt, they make me look round
\n but soon I'll be sitting for-ever on the ground

\n I'm just a pup now, but I want to be big
\n as I sit down to breakfast and eat like a pig
\n the first month quickly passes, oh how time flies
\n and I laugh as my shorts get torn wide by my thighs

\n more food I eat, my belly swells out
\n the other kids mock me, as I grow more stout
\n I walk into school and get bopped on the nose
\n teacher sends me home cause my belles exposed

\n my mother is angry and my father did rant
\n I really don't want, to go to fat camp
\n broccoli for dinner water for desert
\n and I found out that hunger pangs could really hurt

\n "To the burger joint" out my window I flew
\n with allowance for burgers, more than quite a few
\n five bags in hand, I heft up the sacks
\n fifty five burgers, what a glorious snack

\n I lay in my bed and enjoy my dinner
\n all burgers gone, I'm no longer a beginner
\n every day on the scale, I relish each pound
\n and my parents are worried as I grow more round

\n Lounging on the couch, I eat like a pig
\n and mom comments on how I've gotten big
\n my body grows out, with every meal I eat
\n and I've forgotten what it means to look at my feet

\n I'm just four foot tall, almost half as round
\n and I cheer for myself as I reach three hundred pound
\n I try on my new set suit, it's already tight
\n not till I out grow it will I think it fits right

\n my cheeks they bulge slow, as I eat real fast
\n the rest of my face, stretches out my black mask
\n my tail it shrinks, as my weight it sores
\n and I spend all my money at the new doughnut store

\n chocolate glazed crullers, and sweet Boston cream
\n loading on carbs is my new gainer theme
\n I step on the scale, but I can't see the meter
\n The next step I think, is to find a nice feeder

\n my sweet fluffy vixen gives my belly a pat
\n it appears I'm not the only one who wants me to get fat
\n I need more new clothes, for my body growing
\n How big will I get? there's no way of knowing

\n I'm growing faster, because of the vixen
\n and I eat another feast, with more fattening fixins
\n I lay on my bed, my heart all aflutter
\n as she wheels in a cart, stocked with fresh cream and butter

\n I'm getting so heavy, and growing quite round
\n as I step on the scale, she reads "SIX HUNDRED POUND"
\n she gives me a hug, "Your getting so heavy"
\n as she squeezes my girth, my belt bursts like a levy

\n still at four foot tall, I'm finally more wide
\n taller on my back, or laying on my side
\n but I'm still not content, it's such a small number
\n and I drink protein shakes, so I'll grow as I slumber

\n through doors I squeeze the house is to small
\n for a tubby raccoon, who's wider than tall
\n My weight it soars, my parents protest
\n but I cant see them past the pizza on my chest

\n I'm all alone now, my vixen forgotten
\n cheating on me, she did me right rotten
\n and my sorrows i drown, in ice-cream and cake
\n as I feed my huge gut, to stop it's hungry quake

\n the tight shirt I wore, it's seems separated
\n and I lay in a funk, my weight gain belated
\n mom gives me a hug, to try and heal the hurt
\n "I think your quite handsome, whatever it's worth."

\n Into the mirror I gaze, my heart she did hurt it
\n and I ask myself, "Was it really all worth it?"
\n there's a rumble and a belch, to answer my question
\n was worried for a second, but it was just indigestion.
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