If you know the answer for having read this in the past, I urge you to not ruin the fun for others by giving it away. Thanks!
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I am a brawny butterball
a corpulent cow of three thousand eighty-two pounds.
Look how my stomach sags like a hammock
strung between stumpy legs.
Point to a beast whose proportions are as fine as these!
What’s that?
You find my jowls rolly,
each polished gray fold flawlessly foldy,
every blush brushstroke copacetic in its utter pinkness—
of course you do!
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