Pathetic Poem

How freaky is this? I was just talking about my mom, and then I went and unpacked a few more boxes, and I came across this lame-ass poem my mom wrote:

What man could love a woman who's this fat?
That's why I'm in this hospital, to keep
My boyfriend near -- without him I'm a gnat
And no one cares for me. My daughter's deep
And timeless love is duty-bound and so
The kind that doesn't matter much for lonely
Unlovely souls like mine -- where is the glow
Of one who's chosen me? My love's the only
One fool enough to be with me, this sad,
Pathetic lump of fat. But surgery
Upon this ravenous, disgusting, bad
And hateful stomach surely will curry
The favor of the man I love -- the love
Of my own daughter, though herself not slim,
Can see my plan to keep my love above
Reproach from me when I return to him.

Have you ever read worse verse? The fat-loving asshole would have probably left her after she lost all the weight, too. Of course, he won't see the light of day for a long, long time. Uncle Richard can kiss my ass, too.