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Arranged Marriage

  • Writer: Martine Shackerley-Bennett
    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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