Rudolph continued eating
Stuffing his face day and night;
Gorging on milk and cookies,
Eating 'till his gut felt tight.

Burgers and crispy chicken,
Cake and chocolate fondue;
It all went to his waistline
And widened out his rear end, too.

Sneaking to the fridge each night,
He would stuff his face;
Savoring the pumpkin pies,
Heedless of his swelling size.

Some of the elves would tease him,
Making Rudolph blush bright red.
He knew if he kept eating,
He'd be too big for Santa's sled!

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Gettin' caught with your hand in the cookie jar is one thing, but gettin' caught with your hand in the whole damn fridge? Whatcha leave in there, fatty? The baking soda?

A continuation of the series doodled by ma an' inked 'n colored by  cevlock. I hear he may be considering commissions for this kinda work. Go, fly my pretties! The more money a rabbit makes, the more he can spend on food.