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.