In honour of John Hegley, who is appearing in Cleethorpes & Grimsby this month, here is my favourite Hegley poem (and also happens to be my mum’s favourite Hegley poem too, perhaps one of her favourite poems EVER and we both know it off by heart and recite it to each other sometimes and then laugh like drains:
Pat
I said Pat
you are fat
and you are cataclysmically desirable
and to think I used to think
that slim was where it’s at
well not any more Pat
you’ve changed that
you love yourself
you flatter yourself
you shatter their narrow image of the erotic
and Pat said
what do you mean FAT?
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