Editor's Note: The following is not a poem, not quite a rap. But feel free to sing along.Muffin top real fatmy pockets so slim - How the hell am I supposed to get a workout in?You wont catch me huffin and puffin down the street,and my kids laugh when i try to get fit on the Wii.So f-f-free is what it's gonna have to beIf the fat is gonna melt.Please help me see my belt.Sure, Sir-Chips-a-Lot. But before you figure out "how to lose the weight" you should probably figure out how far you have to go.
