Fair, Fat, And Forty Poem by Claude P. DeHerrera

She is fair, fat, and forty
She giggles when she talks
She wobbles as she walks
For she really gets around
Kids and dogs follow her all over town
The kids huddle up, they speak in whispers
The dogs wiggle their tails
They don't even bark
People stop and stare
She looks at them with a flashing glare
She waves her hands at them
For she doesn't even care
She really loves to dance
And the way she shakes
Is enough to kill a snake
For she is quite a jitter bug
She beats it on the floor
She beats it on the rug
And when Grampa comes around
She beats it out the door