Duchesses, dames and damsels.

Seat themselves on burgundy thrones

Dyed auburn tresses held by tiaras

To flaunt ivory widow's peaks.

Diadem replicas of chandeliers

Kiss them exquisite on bare shoulders.

Knights on stallions, weeping temptresses,

How they mourn at stilted tragedies!

The afternoon applauded, the matinee takes a bow.

They dust petite noses with a powder puff.

Then jeer at the wizened old man and

His dusty top hat with a handful of francs.