At first I thought she waltzed, <br />but then I saw the error of <br />my observation powers. <br />She waddled, all that blubber, <br />garnished with shoulder pads, <br />covert suspenders and duct tape, <br />size called 'infinity', a wave <br />of air preceded the mass, <br />mostly the temperature was high <br />but in the noise of raucous laughter <br />it was hard to tell what happened. <br /> <br />Yes, men were at her feet, all over <br />the dancing hall, though hardwood <br />on a polished floor is without comfort. <br />No one was able to keep standing, <br />it was too much to grin and bear. <br /> <br />Majestic gestures emanated, clearly, <br />there was confusion as to the identity <br />and origin, was this thing human then? <br />And, in the end it was decided that <br />it had been good to have this episode, <br />though fleeting pay its short visit, <br />although the most intriguing part <br />about the thing, consisted of its skills <br />to speak of things that human beings <br />hold dear, some raunchy stuff included. <br />And all were shocked, though pretty glad <br />when hardwood planks did give and cracked, <br />and Blubber sank to vanish through the hole, <br />from where some devils must have grabbed <br />to commandeer the energy, all the triglycerides, <br />not food for thought but something quite substantial.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blubber-visits-the-dance-hall/
