Upon the bench I sit and lightly graze
As all the people mingle on the pier;
And though the local tastes are why I’m here,
This stunning sight to me it does amaze.

He waddles with a calm lighthearted mood
With food from hand to mouth he’s gladly chewed;
His jiggling fat beneath his shirt does ooze –
Which makes my active mind so very lewd.

To my location he arrives with might –
His ample body being bigger still;
It’s clear he has of food not had his fill.
His look of hunger makes my heart take flight.

I think I might just say hello to him.
I wonder what can fill him to the brim.

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