Samoas

I start to feel like a big Samoan

after eating 3 Girl Scout cookies

from the box on which they are called, Samoas.

By this I mean: about 6,6,

three hundred and sixty pounds in diameter

and a hazard to most bathroom scales.

Somewhere in my mind I know I’m not,

and may never be a lineman in the NFL,

but it feels like I’m getting fat.