ANSWERS TO THE POETS The Fat White Woman Speaks Why do you rush through the field in trains, Guessing so much and so much. Why do you flash through the flowery meads, Fat-head poet that nobody reads; And why do you know such a frightful lot About people in gloves as such? And how the devil can you be so sure? Guessing so much and so much. How do you know but what someone who loves Always to see me in nice white gloves At the end of the field you are rushing by, Is waiting for his Old Dutch? -- G.K.Chesterton (1932)