A/N: This is a short romantic poem-fic, about a romance that is subtly hinted at in the real movie. I have examined "Casablanca" many times over, and I am now certain of this unspoken, but very hinted at, love, between Ilsa Lund, and one very sexy fat man. Injoy!
All night by the Fat Man
All night by the Fat Man I lay
Over my body, suffocating and warm
Like a massive white snow hill, he lay
All night by the Fat Man
All night by the Fat Man I lay
I saw he was wearing only his fez
and pleaded for it to stay
All night by the Fat Man
All night by the Fat Man I lay
Since abandoned by Rick and Laszlo both,
Who'd run off together, because they were gay
All night by the Fat Man
All night by the Fat Man I lay
He wore a black leather gimp suit and fez
and I wore red lengirey
All night by the Fat Man
All night by the Fat Man I lay
My one true love I had finally found,
in the Blue Parrot cabaret
THE END
A/N: My spelling and grammar are better now, because my 11-year-old daughter Zilla (short for Godzilla-don't ask) is doing quite good in English class, and has offered to prove read my stories for me. My boyfriend named Michael Bob also did a quick edit. (MIchael Bob is sadly not a big fat guy like in this tale, but he is wearing a lampshade on his head right now, and it looks kinda like a fez.)