The Fat Woman
Massed in her creaseless black,
She sits—vast and serene;
Light—on glossed hair, large knees,
Huge bust—a-sheen.
A smile lurks deep in her eyes,
Thick-lidded, motionless, pale,
Taunting a world grown old,
Faded, and stale.
Enormous those childless breasts:
God in His pity knows
Why, in her bodice stuck,
Reeks a mock rose.
She sits—vast and serene;
Light—on glossed hair, large knees,
Huge bust—a-sheen.
A smile lurks deep in her eyes,
Thick-lidded, motionless, pale,
Taunting a world grown old,
Faded, and stale.
Enormous those childless breasts:
God in His pity knows
Why, in her bodice stuck,
Reeks a mock rose.
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