Why do you sail through the streets in slacks <br />Buying so much and so much? <br />O fat white woman who nobody backs, <br />Why do you whale through the Sales in slacks <br />When your breasts swing so soft, hang as pendulous sacks, <br />Though shivering sweet to the touch? <br />O why do you scale the street sales in your slacks, <br />Buying so much and so much? <br /> <br />To a Fat Woman seen from a Train <br />Why do you walk through the fields in gloves, <br />Missing so much and so much? <br />O fat white woman, whom nobody loves <br />Why do you walk through the fields in gloves, <br />When the grass is soft as the breast of doves <br />And shivering-sweet to the touch: <br />Why do you walk through the fields in gloves, <br />Missing so much and so much?<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-fat-woman-seen-at-the-sales-after-frances-cornford-to-a-fat-woman-seen-from-a-train/
