I am making great big skirts <br />For great big women— <br />Amazons who've fed and slept <br />Themselves inhuman. <br />Such long skirts, not less than two <br />And forty inches. <br />Thirty round the waist for fear <br />The webbing pinches. <br />There must be tremendous tucks <br />On those round bellies. <br />Underneath the limbs will shake <br />Like wine-soft jellies. <br />I am making such big skirts <br />And all so heavy, <br />I can see their wearers at <br />A lord-mayor's levee. <br />I, who am so small and weak <br />I have hardly grown, <br />Wish the skirts I'm making less <br />Unlike my own.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skirt-machinist/
