"............He was big, he was bold and as fit as a flea,

                                            That’s not what he looked like between you and me.

                                            He appeared to the world as a tad overweight,

                                            A description AP would most definitely hate.

                                            He believed he was dapper, shapely and grand,

                                            However this puss had got way out of hand........ ........."

       

        

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".............He would offer his arm

And bedazzle with charm

As he’d chat to the social elite

With a tilt of his hat

And a pure silk cravat..........."

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                          Won’t you come

           And sit with me

           Beneath the boughs

           Of the Poet-tree