To A Fat Woman Seen At The Sales After Frances Cornford To A Fat Woman Seen From A Train Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Why do you sail through the streets in slacks
Buying so much and so much?
O fat white woman who nobody backs,
Why do you whale through the Sales in slacks
When your breasts swing so soft, hang as pendulous sacks,
Though shivering sweet to the touch?
O why do you scale the street sales in your slacks,
Buying so much and so much?

To a Fat Woman seen from a Train
Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?
O fat white woman, whom nobody loves
Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
When the grass is soft as the breast of doves
And shivering-sweet to the touch:
Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?