A Mad Black Woman
A stark burly bulk-
And a plump waist
Of obese chasing upper halve.
                                                                                                              You may fear her; the sullen-stained eyes
A sneerful squarish face freckled
Sporadically.Brusque lips retreating firelines,
Two prancing arms toilful and stout abdomen
Stetching a hueful jacket-
                      Then dropingly eery
                             Yet expected
A swording lower half with pale ankles,
Rather gaunt legs.A stern creation!
                       Shrieking guttural
                         At vivid dawn dreamful
                             A breaking call ending sleep.
Then steady with a grumbling machine;
Whirling and twisting clothes
And when cleansed,hushly disposing
The filthy water to a bucket-
                       And unsurprisingly bold
                         Wheeling the quagmire water
                            With a noisy barrow bumping.
On a broad daylight crossing with a barrow
To a neighbour frontyard-
                       A thrust of metal arms
                         The grimy thud of filthy water
                            Scrawling mireful upon the turf;
It is an open secret:the very neighbourhood
Cock discreetly and advertently look away.
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