Sarah stood upon the bridge

On the railing, near the edge

The only thing that brought her in

Was a book that she had read

The novel's name was long since lost

Never mind the cost

The only thing she could recall

Was that the author's name was ford



It was written in nineteen ten

You could never have met a finer man

Worked a farm for fifteen years

Just to see if he could

He lost his memory in the war

He forgot what he was fighting for

The only thing he knew for sure

His name was ford madox ford



Ford madox ford

The fattest poet who ever lived

His name was ford madox ford



Joseph conrad and henry james

Were two of the many famous names

That fat boy ford could claim

To be his bosom friends

Then one day conrad said to him

I may be climbing out upon a limb

But it would help you out my friend

If you would lose a little weight



Ford madox ford

The fattest poet who ever lived

His name was ford madox ford