305 – Cholesterol

Poem number 305
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Cholesterol
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Elvis had his food deep fried
He was a chubby chap
His heart was weakened and he died
Whilst going for a crap.
All the rhinestones ever sold
Can’t clear your tubes of fat
So if you fancy getting old
Stop frying things, you twat!

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