FAT LADY

Holding court to listless eyes
That widens with her girth

“The duck was cooked slowly, sir”

Rejecting words that still finds voice.
Mirth, it shrinks.

“As good as Nilsson’s Salome?”

Flustered suits try the chair
It will not move

“Don’t tear the seam of a seamless performance!”

And so she laughs,
As only her form finds

“It will be alright”

That her wasted ways, still reveals
A connection.

STRONG MAN

Happy to help. Loving the meal.
Only to know it’s past

“It was better back in the days”

Reflecting upon such easy
Ways to eat, fill up.

“The orange jelly lacks zest”

Take time rich man
Fatted wallet man.

“Recession is always exacerbated by memory”

Purge the ideal, to make more
And store love;

“It’s always a good time to save”

Giving it socially, to expand
A braided band of workers.

TIRED EMPLOYEE

Who hears the story of
The fat soprano singer

“Why did I mention cheese and carrot sandwiches?”

Looking away at the passing train
Fuelling ways to move

“The economy, perhaps?”

Obedience fixes him to
The chair this time

“Move back slightly, please”

Grinning effortlessly at story
That the boss retells

“The train tells me something”

Sadly of the soprano singer
Stuck to the seat