Sorry/not sorry, and a merry Christmas everyone!

Oh the weather outside is frightful
But within my paunch, it’s so delightful
Since I’ve left you no place to go
In you go, in you go, in you go.

Now, their struggles show signs of stopping
But drips of my drool are still a-dropping
My gut needs to droop down low,
So in you go, in you go, in you go.

When I finally belch goodnight
My gut goes to work on your form
Buried in my flesh far from light
You’ll always and forever be warm!

Now with my meals all slowly dying
With mere food there’s no point in goodbying
I’ve a little room left for dessert so
In you go, in you go, in you go.