{"id":254,"date":"2026-01-25T03:02:37","date_gmt":"2026-01-25T01:02:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/aleksawn.bget.ru\/drugie\/stihi-pro-tolstyh.html"},"modified":"2026-10-27T16:48:55","modified_gmt":"2026-10-27T13:48:55","slug":"poems-about-fat-people","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/stihi-pro-tolstyh\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems about fat people: about love, self-acceptance, and the beauty of the soul"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Poems about those who love good food, about curves and a cheerful outlook on life. Humor and self-irony are the main companions of these quatrains. There is no room for insecurities here, only smiles and good spirits. We invite you to immerse yourself in a world of playful rhymes and pleasant images.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Fluffy bun<\/h2>\n
\nThere was a bun, a ruddy side, He did not run away from the guys, He was so soft and tall, That he simply did not run, that\u2019s a fact.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The heaviness of being<\/h2>\n
\nThe fat man sighed, sitting down in the chair, And his belly quietly trembled, "How unfair life is, we know, When everything was so sweet!"\"\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The sofa and me<\/h2>\n
\nThe sofa attracted me so much, Like a steel magnet to iron, And I completely fell into it, In soft embraces, as if in a dream.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Pie in hand<\/h2>\n
\nA pie melts in my hand, with cabbage, meat, or mushrooms, Someone remembers about the diet, And I am happy with the miracles.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Mirror Verdict<\/h2>\n
\nIn the mirror I see a picture, A rounded image, no doubt, But in this form there is a reason - Love of food and pleasure.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Sweet dream<\/h2>\n
\nI dream of a tender cake, of cream, berries, glaze, of a fabulous, boundless taste, and of minutes of that azure.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Size scale<\/h2>\n
\nOn the scale of sizes I take off, Like an astronaut in a rocket, And I open new boundaries, In my comfortable silhouette.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Delicious captivity<\/h2>\n
\nI remain captive to taste, And I do not strive for liberation, Because every moment is like a holiday, And full of sweet excitement.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Throne chair<\/h2>\n
\nMy chair is a real throne, For the king of laziness and satiety, Here I am calm and free, Far from the bustle and speed.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The joy of unification<\/h2>\n
\nThe joy of sharing is great, When everything on the table is so sumptuous, And life is beautiful and easy, And the mood is always excellent.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Belly dancing<\/h2>\n
\nWhen I walk, my stomach trembles, As if it were dancing samba, And every step I take brings joy, And creates a special tempo.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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A tasty snack<\/h2>\n
\nA small but tasty snack, Cookies, candies, chocolates, And the world suddenly becomes more sensitive, And all the shortcomings disappear.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Sleepy Lion<\/h2>\n
\nI lie on the sofa like a lion in a dream, Calm, well-fed and contented, And the world is beautiful in silence, And sleep calls me into its captivity.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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A broad soul<\/h2>\n
\nA person with a broad soul, And there is enough room in his heart for everyone, And his appetite is always big, And his life sparkles with joy.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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A delicious deception<\/h2>\n
\nDiet is a sweet deception, When there are so many temptations around, And I give in to it like a drunken captain, And forget about all the refusals.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Soft side<\/h2>\n
\nA soft side, a cozy belly, And life flows slowly, And every moment is like a sweet fruit, And happiness in this is so beautiful.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Sweet captive<\/h2>\n
\nI am a sweet captive, without a doubt, In the arms of cakes and pastries, And I do not seek deliverance, Because life without sweets is impossible.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Round world<\/h2>\n
\nMy world is round and cozy, And full of the smells of food, And every day is like a wonderful holiday, And there is no place for melancholy and troubles.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Tasty cargo<\/h2>\n
\nThere is a delicious load on my shoulders, From pies and chocolate, But I don\u2019t feel gloomy, But only contentment and joy.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Sweet dreams<\/h2>\n
\nI dream a sweet, wondrous dream, Where rivers flow from jam, And I float in them, like a baron, In blissful, sweet tenderness.\n<\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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