When I call the cool girls phat, they think I’m calling them fat.
They get very offended and angry when I call them that.
When I call them phat, they won’t go out with me anymore.
Last week a girl broke my nose when she slammed the door.

Some of the girls kick me in the crotch and others poke me in the eyes.
They get confused by what I say and now I’m a man who is despised.
Yesterday a girl broke my teeth out with a hammer and then she called me a rat.
If you want to succeed with the ladies, take my advice and don’t call them phat.

(This is a fictional poem.)