Hate - Mate

There once was a little swine he was partial to blueberry wine and he had a fat mother who had smothered his father someone said you are out of line. And the mother was really huge and she dreamed of an oily deluge where she would lose it all and become a sweet doll but the God of all fat was a scrooge. So she went on a rampage to stab all those thin ones who did not have flab but she was so inept that she finally wept and she hoped for the gift of the gab. But the weather had turned rather sour it was raining from shower to shower so she called to the crowd that today is allowed real fighting in mud, woman power. But the people who'd smelled her objected she was fat, had completely neglected her old body at that and she was rather fat so she found that they all had defected. When the stars came out shining in gold and this fatso had done what she's told she just jumped from the castle to avoid further hassle she had always seen others as old. What this proves is the subject of hate is so futile to use on a mate if you hate you are dumb they should flog your old bum but I think that we may be too late.