Mark I. Kirkmeyer

THE FAT LADY

Waddles down the hall
Pushing her tray like a walker
I don’t know if she can
Balance her weight

I had a run in with her
Huffing and puffing like a Rhino
Because I had scissors
In front of the Nurses’ Station

I was told I had to do my craft
In front of the Nurses’ Station
I needed the scissors
To cut the excess yarn

I was safe
Until the Rhino came
I returned the scissors and punch
Cleaned up and left

Where does a 500 pound Rhino sleep?
Anywhere she wants.

I chose my battle
If I’d have started
She would have won.
Didn’t need the hassle.