The Battle of the BULGE

This year an ocean trip I took, and as I am a Scot

And like to get my money's worth I never missed a meal.

In spite of Neptune's nastiness I ate an awful lot,

Yet felt as fit as if we sailed upon an even keel.

But now that I am home again I'm stricken with disgust;

How many pounds of fat I've gained I'd rather not divulge:

Well, anyway I mean to take this tummy down or bust,

So here I'm suet-strafing in the

Battle of the Bulge.

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