I can but wonder,
How so composed
Without concern,
Fate should impose
Thus so to suffer,
Man failed put term
To obesity’s torture,
And so I ponder
This hapless burden,
Lived with adversity
In a corpulent world,
Where we offer but pity
Alas to a bleak obesity!
If memory fails
And I should falter,
Take me to find
A kindly shelter,
Thus so to guide
A growing burden
Of once held pride,
To a kindly place
Of said seclusion
For a dying mind,
Whose fading use
Be running shy of time,
Thence I may sense
When memory’s failed,
I once towed my own line!
Poetry on a Canapé 