Yet it can still be fun to play with every now and again...

Her name rhymed with criers,
Her ass was like a sack of old tyres.
Her flaccid cheeks she began flaunting,
Not to be sick, a task most daunting.

To herself she began to tell lies,
But couldn't conceal those thunder thighs.
It was a task too great to manage,
My eyes she did terribly damage.

Swollen was her sagging belly,
Wobbling like so much pale jelly.
Her belly button grossly protruding,
Into decency in began intruding.

But she possessed no shame,
Her parents I must totally blame.
To believe she's a nice piece of crumpet,
When in truth she's an overweight strumpet.

lolz! nice :D

lolz indeed. I cannot but wish for you to create more and more creatively.