Arranged Marriage
- Martine Shackerley-Bennett
- Jul 3, 2017
- 1 min read
She was ever so large
That it took a big barge
To ship her to land
Where he could ask for her hand
A crane at the dock
Lifted her frock
So her thighs could be seen
Thick as oak beams
Once over the quay
Her body broke free
Hit the ground with a thump
She emitted a grunt
The sound of Big Ben
And flattened four men
Glowing in light
She sat there all night
Eating baked beans
Until she turned green
The following morn
Just before dawn
They hoisted her load
For a transport by road
Crowds gasped at the scene
Of a mountainous queen
All smiles and kisses
She blew her best wishes
When at the palace
Without any malice
They pondered the task
Of lifting her arse
So with fourteen fork lifts
They were able to lift
Her incredible body
Into the lobby
Where met by the prince
No more than an inch
After counting her toes
He proposed
That night in bed
With love in her head
She rolled in her fat
And squashed him quite flat
With tears in her eyes
She said her goodbyes
And stuffed him inside her
Through her vagina
And being well bred
She had children instead
They litter the floor
And pour out the door
Though they think it’s funny
They have such a large mummy
Whose lies on her back
With her head in a sack




















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