Being the way I am

being a endomorph

I know I should not do it,

but who could resist

a bowl of Mothers Dumplings.

 

Nice and hot and spicy,

cayenne and peppers

potatoes and that lovely

red pickled cabbage,

who could resist

such a feast.

 

So you see, it's not my fault

it's plain to see

that Mother is to blame,

Her and Her Dumplings

that I am the shape I am,

a living, walking, talking

egg on legs.