Here you will find the Poem Skirt Machinist of poet Lesbia Harford
I am making great big skirts For great big women? Amazons who've fed and slept Themselves inhuman. Such long skirts, not less than two And forty inches. Thirty round the waist for fear The webbing pinches. There must be tremendous tucks On those round bellies. Underneath the limbs will shake Like wine-soft jellies. I am making such big skirts And all so heavy, I can see their wearers at A lord-mayor's levee. I, who am so small and weak I have hardly grown, Wish the skirts I'm making less Unlike my own.
