Posing

She ignores the oil painting, pretends to read,
she knows she's there, of course
flaunting herself, naked,
but the fat lady's posing days are over.

There were times, years ago
when she'd posed, secretly of course.
Oh yes, by herself in her boudoir, pouting,
hoping someone might walk in!

She'd pretend she was an artist's model
laying draped across her bed,
careful not to wobble
just in case somebody did.

Now of course she's far too big
she wouldn't even dream
but likes to show her stocking tops
when she's lounging, reading books.

As for her up on the wall,
she's a beauty, such a doll!
An oil painting of a queen,
above us all majestically.

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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