#19: a true optimist.

hi, my name is pat.
and i am fat.
some reckon i ressemble a rat.
and they treat me as though i were their personal doormat.
how sad is that,
they snicker and chat,
how did she get ever so fat?
such a sad existence is 'pat the fat.'

some days i am so very sad,
that i always wear my own personalized hat,
which pays tribute to my existence ('pat') in big bold letters, and was given by my dad.
it's rather big--bigger than i, how glad am i, that there is something bigger than 'pat the fat.'

but what they don't realize,
while they're busy idealize-
ing the skinny and cautiously counting their dumb calories,
that i am quite happy, and keep busy by observing the galleries
of life in transition,
the 'dynamo in volition,'
all the while keeping a well-adored nutrition.
i am a magician;
as well as a musician.
i can be whatever, as long as i have ambition.
so screw the popular definition,
of perfection and the necessities of dieticians,
i am pat and i am fat, but no way am i in bad condition.
so beware the power of my cheerful disposition.