On a platform lashed by sideways rain
we wait for the will-they-won’t-they train
the gale is insistent,
and shelter non-existent
the wind-whipped passengers shiver and quail,
left at the mercy of Northern Rail.
Suddenly I spy
a fat man nearby,
dressed head to toe
in weatherproof day-glo.
I ascertain his use to me
and head for shelter in his lee.
Nonchalantly passing by
I deftly hover smug and dry.
He doesn’t seem to move a lot
and doesn’t twig my cunning plot.
Some may judge the overweight – they sneer and demean
me I see a windbreak, a handy rainproof screen.
So whether it is chronic greed or simply faulty glands
I welcome his obesity and linger where he stands.