A DINA ROAST

I have,you see,a sister in law
With a large motor in her jaw
I love this gal plumb to death
How does she ever get her breath
Words come out in a steady stream
Air goes back in,as if in a dream
All the more she huffs and puffs
The bigger she gets,ain't it tough
Don't wanna sound like a big buffoon
She's blowing up just like a balloon
Doctor says she better have a care
Or she might float off thru the air
Now she says she's smarter than that
It's overflow brains,it is not fat
Overflow brains,No that cannot be
Unless the overflow came from me
When she see's me I know I'm toast
All because of this little roast
Now this little ditty is all in fun
I really hope she don't get her gun