Somewhat starvin’ Marvin

I have no idea why.

Now a chap I knew could not contain the things he daily ate

no matter what he had and piled so high upon his plate

He’d gorge and feed his hungry face, sweet scollops, cakes and trout

then suddenly without fair warning it would come back out


He’d dine on steaks and fries and eat a pizza with meat on it

then forcefully with gusto great came forth projectile vomit

A meagre mouthful would result in gagging and some retching

one time he even soiled his trousers, brown on cream – quite fetching


Okay so I will stop there.  I recognise that sometimes I go a little far but this is just a bit weird.  I think it was funnier in my head than I can actually do on paper.  I then also got to thinking just what might make him so very unwell and think maybe he might just have a nervous disposition rather than it being an eating disorder.  At that point I now find myself thinking that he would probably then just have stayed home which is pretty sad and the likelihood of him having a wife or girlfriend is pretty slim so it’s really just descending into a pretty sorry tale and all a bit depressing.

Seemed a shame to waste a good title and picture so I guess I will just leave it there.  Feel free to finish it if you like.

Plus, there isn’t really a word that rhymes with hungry and even puke and barf are pretty limited so it was never going to end well.




Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

13 thoughts on “Somewhat starvin’ Marvin”

  1. And then one day this gluttonous chap
    Well he finally did get better
    He committed to a strict diet
    No longer barfing on his sweater

    And so we finally have it
    A very merry and happy ending
    Although lots of things may change
    Seeing as how cream puffs he’s still defending

    Sorry, it’s nearly midnight and that’s the best I could do at this time of night. lol😜

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  2. The vomiting and puking, left him feeling ever hungry
    His eyes so red from retching, stomach acids made his tongue bleed
    His dates, a doomed disaster, when his words came out with vomit
    Sailing ‘cross the champagne glasses, like a liquid comet
    So there behind his door he stayed with hunger in his belly
    A house so filled acrid fumes it melted down his telly
    And years went by and none so saw him exit from his door
    Found dead within a pool of rotten vomit on the floor
    Too dark?

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  3. It was only ever going to end badly I managed to squeeze projectile vomiting and shutting his trousers into the first two verses I mean where to go from there

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