Miss King Is Fat

by abracadabra   Oct 22, 2011


Miss King is fat
with flesh, flesh,
flesh everywhere.
When she walks, her bottom goes up
down up
up down.
She bends over our tables, we watch the
weighty sway of her breasts.
A crucifix hangs on her neck
from an invisible chain, engulfed.
She plays guitar and we sing
"All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small..."
Her voice is sweet and her eyes
are watery again, but we don't tell her
she is crying.
Aa Bb Cc
Miss King writes in big, round letters
and no one is going to marry her,
no one at all.

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  • 8 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Well done, you deserve the win.
    Lovely poem :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Deyyam

    Abraca u magicain nice poem
    5/5
    i wil marey miss king

  • 12 years ago

    by ddavidd

    Refreshing

  • 12 years ago

    by RSJ

    Reading every comment for this poem has got me thinking, How good can a writer be in sending a message through their poem.
    The message here or the story behind writing this has got me very curious
    Abbz, care to explain to me exactly what was going through your mind? i'm really dazzled

    What I love about your poems and this one in particular is that it's very easy to spot and sense the honesty in your words, Whether it's a Rl related situation, or a story from your pure imagination.
    you my friend are truly blessed
    5/5
    one of a kind.

  • 12 years ago

    by Kiko

    What's great about poetry is that the writer can say, "screw political correctness" and write about any subject they want, and the reader can like it or not.

    What's great about this poem is that you've written it in three dimensions... the entire scene seems to pop out of my computer screen, like one of those pop-up books we read as a child.

    You've also, in a very few lines, given this woman a past, a present, and a future.

    I like the contradiction between the the song lyrics:
    "All things bright and beautiful,
    all creatures great and small..."
    and the harsh ending, "and no one is going to marry her,
    no one at all."

    It's as if she wants to believe those happy lyrics, but her tears betray her true feelings. And then the narrator hits her with the cold, hard facts of life at the end.

    A well deserved win!

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