“You must be jokin’” <br />Joked the lads at the bar, <br />Tough walking. Drink talking <br /> <br />She couldn’t hear <br />But knew exactly what they said. <br />She’d read these sniggered signs <br />Before. The fat plain girl <br />Just looked away. <br /> <br />Another night at the dance <br />Dancing with her sister. <br />Lonelier here in this noisy <br />Market House of Fun than <br />Alone on a mountain path. <br /> <br />Is there no fat plain boy <br />To walk a wooded way. <br />To hold her hand.<br /><br />Martin Swords<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/house-of-fun/
