Two plump ladies, two portly men, in mirthful chase they roam,
Upon the shore, in garb so free, where waves and laughter comb.
In loose attire, they find their glee, as Wordsworth might declare,
Amidst the sands, their burdens shed and breathe the seaside air.
Their laughter rolls like ocean tides, a symphony of mirth,
As weighty cares are cast aside, they revel in their birth.
The beach, a canvas vast and wild, where footsteps leave their trace,
Two pairs of feet, unburdened now, in this idyllic space.
The sun above, a golden orb, paints shadows long and deep,
Upon their jolly figures, as they bound and frolic, leap.
With these fine words, we glimpse a scene, in nature's pure embrace,
Where joy resides in simple things, on this serene beach's face.
No judgment here for ample forms, just freedom, joy, and ease,
As two fat women, two fat men, find solace in the seas.
In nature's bounteous, open arms, they find their hearts expand,
Two souls set free, like birds in flight, upon this golden strand.
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