To tell the truth, I like to take my ease,
I’m not a skipper with a load of (f) “lees.”
Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt
To less than sixty inches round the belt!
Coq. You can’t help that, ’tis you.
Gen. B. Well then, suppose
My tissue is inclined to adipose.
You couldn’t add a pose with all that tissue.
’Twould be a poser if I were to kiss you.
Coq. Why what’s possest the man? I’d like to see you!