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An Ode to the Fat Bottomed Girls ( Where the Flubber Meets the Road)

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She opened the packet excitedly

Her new trou'd arrived from Harrods (TradeMe)

But alas and alack, the fit not to be
Action must be taken, drastically.

Through with her rant, she had another wine, 
She threw to her posse, the Cambridge Grapevine.
Would the gym be the answer? What were her choices?
The ladies cried out in unison voices.

“We don't have gym bodies. The prices are steep.
But how does one get there? How does one leap?”
The answer my friends waits in the wings: 
A theatrical gal, the questions she sings.

What is it that makes our world go round?
How to escape our limited bounds?
Let's get together, hair straight or in curls, 
We'll step out together - the Fat Bottomed Girls.




And so they gathered over lounge meet and drink, 

Heartfelt goals set in concrete, penned in blue ink.
Why not do a challenge? We'll walk every street, 
Each Ave, Cres and Place ‘til mission complete.


We'll observe our surrounds, snap a selfie or three

Network with each other, join for coffee.
We'll paint rocks and hide them for pleased kids to find
And leave all our worries behind our behinds.
Through Flower Power they hobbled, then Founding Families,

Limped through Norfolk Nobbies, Soldiered On through course  D

That Old Ma delighted, Double Trouble with Eff,
Take away the  Thorns and the Roses will be left.
Down Royalty Row, oh boy Chilly Willy

The Monarchs will Rise, Clare cuddles me silly.

We're the King of the World, those hills we'll roast
Past the white church, upwards to Duck Toast
We romp down the roads with the Leader of the Pack

Our buns feeling firmer, our energies back.

Oliver’s so twisted, taunts with THAT rise
We reach there as one, feel the burn, receive the prize.


Sisterhood keeps us going, doing it for ourselves
Like the Queen of the Castle, can't do attitudes shelved.
Loop the Mitre Ten loop, this side of the river's ended
Thankful for the good times, all the girls we've befriended.


Now Leamington looms where the other half live
Where poets to street signs their names duly give
We're fitter, we're tougher, our ham strings are yearning
To climb Shakespeare's hill and sense our thighs burning.


So onward and upwards, and forwards we go
Parade in our tee shirts, our canines on show.
We'll march in our stride, 
Beat the streets far and wide
Then we'll bask in the warm afterglow.



c. Monique Wiles 03.08.17

The novel names in bold pertain to the map sections we have walked on the entire East-side of Cambridge, based on the grid shape, features and street names. Creative licence for those belongs to Robyn Chappell ( The Founder and Cute Extraodrinary Organiser of the Fat Bottomed Girls, whom undoubtedly do make the rocking world go round!)

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