Ford Madox Ford

Ford Madox Fordsarah stood upon the bridgeon the railing, near the edgethe only thing that brought her inwas a book that she had readthe novel?s name was long since lostnever mind the costthe only thing she could recallwas that the author?s name was fordit was written in nineteen tenyou could never have met a finer manworked a farm for fifteen yearsjust to see if he couldhe lost his memory in the warhe forgot what he was fighting forthe only thing he knew for surehis name was ford madox fordford madox fordthe fattest poet who ever livedhis name was ford madox fordjoseph conrad and henry jameswere two of the many famous nameshtat fat boy ford could claimto be his bosom friendsthen one day conrad said to himi may be climbing out upon a limbbut it would help you out my friendif you would lose a little weightford madox fordthe fattest poet who ever livedhis name was ford madox ford