To A Lady in Harper's Bazaar
Oh thou lovely , fragile creature Thin of limb and thin of feature , Tell me who for sake of fashions Puts thee on such skinny rations , Pulls thy hair so tightly back That thy skin must surely crack , Makes thee hold that painful stance Lifted from a ballet dance . Tell me who is such a bully As to treat a fair one cruelly . I will make quick work of him ; Then fatten thee where thou art slim , Fill thee full of cake and candy , Leave this starving stuff to Gandhi , Let thy locks fly loose and wild : Then thy sulky face will smile !
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