Fat lady, in your four-wheeled chair, <br /> Dolled up to beat the band, <br />At me you arrogantly stare <br /> With gold lorgnette in hand. <br />Oh how you differ from the dame <br /> So shabby, gaunt and grey, <br />With legs rheumatically lame, <br /> Who steers you on your way. <br /> <br />Nay, jewelled lady, look not back <br /> Lest you should be disturbed <br />To see the skinny hag in black <br /> Who boosts you up the curb. <br />Of course I know you get her cheap, <br /> Since she's a lady too, <br />And bite to eat and bed to sleep <br /> Maybe are all her due. <br /> <br />Alas for those who give us aid <br /> Yet need more help than we! <br />And though she thinks the wages paid <br /> Are almost charity, <br />I'd love to see that lady fat <br /> Lug round that hefty chair, <br />While with lorgnette and feathered hat <br /> Her handmaid lounges there.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-contrast/
