Thursday, March 16, 2017

the fat lady

The fat lady
Walking in heavy breathing
Carrying her B bag
Everyone keeps saying

The streets of people
They stop to stare
The fat lady doesn't care
She walks with her look of arrogance

What's in her bag?
It seems heavy
The lines on her face
The fat lady doesn't care

The people shout at her
Fat lady why don't you come?
Sit with us low class people
You will see the moon!”

The fat lady sings
I am not your kind
I stay up on the hill
I come down once a while”

The traffic stops for her
The car drivers horn loudly
Watch out fat lady
Don't hold out traffic!”

Everyone stares
The B bag seems heavy
She puffs as she walks
The fat lady doesn't care

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