"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.