The StrongmanA Poem by David Lewis PagetI called her once, then I called again And I called throughout the night, There wasn’t a message from Olwen’s pen Nor the answering ‘ching’ of delight, I’d begged forever her not to go But she must have gone and went, Down to the Fair at Cinders Flo And into the strongman’s tent. We’d been together to see the Fair When the sun was riding high, And all the rides and the Ferris Wheel Were reeling up in the sky, We rolled a ball at the grinning clowns And we won a Teddy Bear, The hairy woman and legless man, All of the freaks were there. But then we got to the Strongman’s tent And I saw her eyes go wide, He picked her up with a single hand And I’ll swear that Olwen sighed, I found I couldn’t drag her away, She paid for a second show, And after stroking his biceps once She waved for me to go. I had to drag her away from there Or she would have stayed all day, ‘What do you find so interesting?’ I finally had to say. ‘Isn’t he such a mighty man And his muscles ripple so, He makes me feel like I want to squeal Like a Tarzan’s Jane, you know.’ I finally went to Cinders Flo In the middle of the night, Thinking the end of me and Olwen Seemed to be in sight, I got to his tent, and there she was, A-stare, a look aghast, For what she had woken up was slim, She saw the truth at last. For there hanging up within the tent Was the Strongman’s muscle suit, With every ripple and every bulge And a chest that was hirsute, But he sat up in his lonely bed And was pale and thin and white, With a certain wiry toughness, though He could never cause delight. I think that it cured my Olwen though She’s never been so still, She spends her mornings and afternoons Hung over the window-sill, I try to get her to walk with me But she can’t, she says, she hates, She’s staring down at the guy next door As he’s working out, with weights. David Lewis Paget
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