On The Rise Without A Jolly Disguise!

The fat guy is jolly. He has some sort of holly. Whether that is Holly or not. I don't want to think of such eye rot. But jolly and fat. Seems to be where it is at. Unless you were creepy thin Santa Claus. He doesn't get an applause.

Jolly and fat.
How about that.
Look at the stat.
Increase is where it's at.

Obesity on the rise.
The news gives such cries.
Kids not on the go.
Look at that screen glow.

Pictures are shown.
Them and their phone.
Them there eating.
They say it needs beating.

A story of the week.
Out it shall leak.
Some health report thing.
The same old ring.

Know and known.
A familiar tone.
On the rise and blah blah.
But we don't see a ha ha.

No jolly and fat?
What's with that?
Santa loves it that way.
His twinkle shall stay.

Shouldn't all be cheery?
So cheery that it is eerie?
For he is so caring.
Presents and sharing.

Animals like him.
Him and his fat limb.
Or would that be limbs?
Hey, the light never dims.

So why so bad?
Glee should be had.
Uninterrupted glee across the land.
Being large is grand.

Obesity on the rise.
Allowing it is wise.
We'll make the world a cheery place.
Just look at the smile on that fat, jolly Santa's face.

The cat just solved the problems of the world. No more fists will be hurled. All will live in glee. Just let obesity rise from sea to sea. Forget heart attacks, diabetes, and the like. They can take a hike. We want to be jolly like that fat guy, having a twinkle in our eye. Can you tell I'm a sarcastic cat? Hey, the two molded as I thought of that. I had to let it come to pass. I think I'll twinkle my in shape little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.