"Hair-- Auburn," she'd begin, "'tis true."

Kitten-sweet eyes of bluish hue

But know her half as long as me,

To find her full of dev'lish glee

Dressed in ruffles, camios, lace

Gushing forth in Lesta'tian grace

Penning prose of Wildian wit,

Performing more than she hath writ.

Playing life, this present-day fop

Using life's pulse as common prop.