Footsteps approach as
the pliant wooden steps scream
They sag in defeat, then
rebound in joy as
the burden is grudgingly taken, then
It approaches, it approaches! The
immediate dent is felt, accompanied by
unrelieved excruciating pain, but
the heart-wrenching whimper she
hears naught of.
Her cumbersome frame - it
cannot be seen, hindered by
the omnipresent, oppressive shadow of
the heavy curtains of cellulite, encased by
the lining of damp cloth.
Like a fruit threatening to
explode, she wedges herself into
the largest couch in sight.
Oh, stop it, stop it! This
prolonged misery is unbearable! Not to mention
the stench of her unwashed, yellowed socks, so
acrid you can almost
taste sulfur in every
moist footprint left.
Alas! The suffering is resumed -
the blunted legs of the couch scar
yet another Colosseum into
the once flawless flooring, as
the piteous slate struggles to suspend
the ladies of the house.