O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?
O fat white woman whom nobody loves,
Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
When the grass is soft as the breast of doves
And shivering sweet to the touch?
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?
NOTE: This triolet infuriated GK Chesterton and AE Housman so much they wrote a witty riposte from the perspective of the subject and a pastiche respectively. This highly stylised poetic form has eight lines, the first of which is repeated for the fourth and seventh lines, and the second repeated for the eighth; the rhyming scheme is ABaAabAB.