His heavy eyelids droop half-over,

Great pouches swing beneath his eyes.

He listens, thinks himself the lover,

Heaves from his stomach wheezy sighs;

He likes to feel his heart’s a-breaking.

The music swells. His gross legs quiver.

His little lips are bright with slime.

The music swells. The women shiver,

And all the while, in perfect time

His pendulous stomach hangs a-shaking.