House Of Fun Poem by Martin Swords

“You must be jokin’”
Joked the lads at the bar,
Tough walking. Drink talking

She couldn’t hear
But knew exactly what they said.
She’d read these sniggered signs
Before. The fat plain girl
Just looked away.

Another night at the dance
Dancing with her sister.
Lonelier here in this noisy
Market House of Fun than
Alone on a mountain path.

Is there no fat plain boy
To walk a wooded way.
To hold her hand.