Ross the greedy rhinosous

Possessed a strange lust

He just must dine all the time

On thick pink blancmange and lush custard

He wouldn't share, through well aware

That it wasn't kind he just couldn't decline

Refilling his dish with dessert so delish

Eating so much that, his trousers woundn't touch  

As his stomach would swell so much

Like hell, so ready to burst

Then would you just believe it
 
He'd heave trying to relieve it 

Making his self sick

That was his trick 

Then he'd be ready to do as he wished.

Refill and eat again his  favourite dish

Thick pink blancmange and lush custard