{"id":4533,"date":"2022-09-09T01:23:17","date_gmt":"2022-09-09T08:23:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=4533"},"modified":"2022-09-08T14:32:56","modified_gmt":"2022-09-08T21:32:56","slug":"220909","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2022\/09\/09\/220909\/","title":{"rendered":"220909"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2022\/220909.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>220909<br \/>\nThe Boomtown Fats<\/p>\n<p>The chocolate chips inside my mouth<br \/>\nCause sugar overload<br \/>\nAnd nobody&#8217;s gonna send a text today<br \/>\nI&#8217;m gonna hide inside my home<br \/>\nAnd Brownie doesn&#8217;t understand it<br \/>\nI always eat till my belly&#8217;s swolled<br \/>\nAnd Linc can see no presents<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause there are no presents<br \/>\nNo presents for a man fully grown<br \/>\n(Makes me cry) I don&#8217;t like birthdays<br \/>\n(Makes me cry) I don&#8217;t like birthdays<br \/>\n(Makes me cry) I don&#8217;t like birthdays<br \/>\nMy birthday suit don&#8217;t fit me now<br \/>\nNow, now, feel like a cow<br \/>\nThough it&#8217;s my birthday I&#8217;m feeling down right now<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve been eating cake for quite a while<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve swallowed too much and soon I&#8217;ll be learning<br \/>\nAnd the lesson today is don&#8217;t eat pie<br \/>\nAnd then the chip bag crackles and I have to tackle<br \/>\nWhy I can&#8217;t see my feet or thighs<br \/>\nAnd I can see no presents<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause there are no presents<br \/>\nJust candy wrappers piled up high, high, oh, oh oh!<br \/>\nAnd the chocolate chips inside my mouth<br \/>\nCause sugar overload oh!<br \/>\nAnd nobody&#8217;s gonna send a text today<br \/>\nI&#8217;m gonna hide inside my home<br \/>\nAnd Brownie doesn&#8217;t understand it<br \/>\nI always eat till my belly&#8217;s swolled<br \/>\nAnd Linc can see no presents<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause there are no presents<br \/>\nNo presents for a man fully grown<br \/>\n(Makes me cry) I don&#8217;t like birthdays<br \/>\n(Makes me cry) I don&#8217;t like birthdays<br \/>\n(Makes me cry) I don&#8217;t like I don&#8217;t like<br \/>\n(Makes me cry) I don&#8217;t like birthdays<br \/>\n(Makes me cry) I don&#8217;t like I don&#8217;t like<br \/>\n(Makes me cry) I don&#8217;t like birthdays<br \/>\n(Makes me cry) I don&#8217;t like birthdays<br \/>\nMy birthday suit don&#8217;t fit me now<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"220909 The Boomtown Fats The chocolate chips inside my mouth Cause sugar overload And nobody\\'s gonna send a text today I\\'m gonna hide inside my home And Brownie doesn\\'t understand it I always eat till my belly\\'s swolled And Linc can see no presents \\'Cause there are no presents No presents for a man fully grown (Makes me cry) I don\\'t like birthdays (Makes me cry) I don\\'t like birthdays (Makes me cry) I don\\'t like birthdays My birthday suit don\\'t fit me now Now, now, feel like a cow Though it\\'s my birthday I\\'m feeling down right now I\\'ve been eating cake for quite a while I\\'ve swallowed too much and soon I\\'ll be learning And the lesson today is don\\'t eat pie And then the chip bag crackles and I have to tackle Why I can\\'t see my feet or thighs And I can see no presents \\'Cause there are no presents Just candy wrappers piled up high, high, oh, oh oh! 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