FAT ANGEL
on Ilja Leonard
Pfeijffer
And behold, a fat angel appeared
naked from his ivory house of cards
jauntily he strutted on
'behold', he spoke, 'my clothes
are they not mega-gorgeous?
oh, in shades of spic-'n'-span Spring!'
the people, shamefaced
by this horrible spectacle
hushed, left the angel in ecstasy
now he danced and sprang
up to the stars, sang
of 'sinking sunk singing!'
but when the rains came
and frost made flabs boogie
the angel swelled and melted.
© Bart
FM Droog, 2001
© translation
Willem Groenewegen, 2001
original title: Vette engel