I’ve a Fatty sitting next to me
Who cannot keep from pestering
Her body is overflowing
And stealing half my seat.
Rattling the aisles with suppressed coughs
Which echoes with the sticky stuff
How Dionysus slurps her cup
Not caring who is near.
Yet the candied cherry on the head
Nonchalant she stretched her legs
Rubbing me with balmy sweat
Choked by her body heat.
I have little mem’ry of the show
My view blocked by squelchy, saggy folds
And thund’ring anger in me rolled
With no room to applaud.
Morning's Early Dark 