The Fat Lady has Begun to Sing

The tummy's jigglin'
The torso's wigglin'
The transfat's congealin'
The cellulite's squealin'
The thighs are floppin'
The chins are ploppin'
Her shape's as slinky
as a deep fried Twinkie.

The Fat Lady has begun to sing.

The Stiletto Plotzers dropped three straight to the Mile High Mediocres and now have kicked away the first of three to the Saint Plotniko Braindead Caribbeans.

Her mouth is open
There's no more hopin'
The only fix
is 2006.

The Fat Lady sings like Jose Canseco.