Monday, April 25, 2011

The Fat White Woman Speaks

I was reminded of GK Chesterton's admonitory response to Frances Cornford' when it was read on Radio 4's Something Understood the other week.


The Fat White Woman Speaks

Why do you rush through the field in trains,
Guessing so much and so much?
Why do you flash through the flowery meads,
Fat-head poet that nobody reads;
And why do you know such a frightful lot
About people in gloves as such?
And how the devil can you be sure,
Guessing so much and so much,
How do you know but what someone who loves
Always to see me in nice white gloves
At the end of the field you are rushing by,
Is waiting for his Old Dutch?