Martha, I think you’ve gained more weight
A pound or two more and a broken branch our fate
Don’t be silly, Gertie, it’s the holidays
It’s been decided – no more weighs
On the contrary, Ethel, since you’re the skinniest one
You’d love the weigh in, thinking it fun!
All three chicks ate too much last year
The farmer’s axe loomed too near
As he walked by and said hello
The three scrunched together so he wouldn’t know
Who was the fattest or who the least
But he had a rabbit in his hand for the feast.
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Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #353
The Bag Lady 
Poor Bunny!
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