Christine Banks, Christine Banks,

Christine Banks and her flabby shanks,

On every weekday morning,

With stomach grumbling and moaning,

Christine donned her slimming sexy spanks.

She came down to breakfast with glee,

Slavering at the thought of what delights

there’d be,

But before she ate, she thought of her weight,

And decided on two croissants, not three.

But it was on one hungry morning,

As she shovelled down some sausages whilst snorting,

There came a loud crack,

She let out a quack,

And fell straight through the flooring.