Not astonished by the lack of surprise,
The day the Robinson family died
Morbidly obese.
Devoured their last feast,
Committing dietary suicide
Their buffet table laid sumptuously,
Intending to indulge in gluttony,
They wouldn't be the first
To eat till they burst
Avidly scoffed and gouged rapaciously,
A vivid green leaf salad, though not much
Lay limp inside a wooden bowl, untouched,
Trifles and jellies
Meat from the deli,
Chocolate cheesecakes, biscuits, and fudge
Large turkey thighs and a whole side of lamb.
Corned beef, pastrami, a large can of Spam.
Chilli spiced nachos
Minted potatoes
Green-lipped mussels, jumbo prawns, and some clams
Muffins, croissants, bagels and waffle cones
Fresh ham sandwiches and clotted creamed scones
Strawberry fool whip
Lemonade to sip
There are some dishes alas, still unknown
Eight men carried one bagged corpse down the drive
Placed all six in the hearse, their final ride
The axle gave way
They forgot to weigh
The total tonnage of Robinsons inside
The crematorium oven doors wouldn't close
So we buried them, stripped first of their clothes
Now forced to try it
The 'being dead' diet
A thousand years for them all to decompose
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