Glenn is a moogle, with a love of sweet,
And his appetite is unstoppable, it can't be beat.

Confectioners sweat, as he walks down the road,
They bend over backwards, their masterpiece show'd.

He plops his butt down, and watches the jiggle,
and samples the first, with a cute little giggle.

Nougat and crisp, chocolate dark,
He devours it all, the effect soon stark.

His butt swells fat, and his belly gains pudge,
Rippling for minutes, at the slightest nudge.

His diet is shot, as he eats all the things,
and fluttering uselessly, his cute little wings.

Soon the feast is done, and Glenn grins with pride,
His larger self, he can no longer hide.

He's proud of this fat, he's happy to be,
The sight of him fat, it's one to see.

Pat pats his large gut, and lets out a purr,
nodding his head, the antenna ball of fur.

He lets out a burp, and blushes bright,
He's cute when he's pudgy, we know that's right.

But there's always room for more, this is true.
Who will bring more candy? Maybe it's you.



This is a poem for GlennLazarus.