Pretty Eskimos written by Alan.s.Robinson Pretty Eskimos sleep in Igloos. Zulu warriors find it strange. How can you melt an ice maidens heart in a fridge of a house? They point fierce spears of suspicion at maidens mummified in blankets. In their country love is hot. Starlight watches at open windows where perspiring flesh breathes humid air. Not shivering beneath the sheets and duvets Heaped five fathoms deep. But pretty Eskimos sleep in igloos.