Damsel

Epaulets of schmaltzy eyes set to be so loose Given a glass of rosewater, its perfect booze! This cattish damsel in the planetary alignment of swank Regularly chichi, sometimes bltchy Never mind, always kind, two-up for a Blanc. A scene isn’t required in this oratorio of vigorous clap, Attend our burlesque all graceful, with a strap, Ready for a striptease of the intellect In the house of opaque ornaments and frill No defence, for I've come to kneel Before the throne thrown a bone And over it like a dog I bog-in Committing - a sin after sin. Where to stop, when to cop? Though if it is dead when all is said In the endless abyss of frenzy and tears I command the battle of no fears Until the end of Act 1 Stay put, it’s not done! You’ve moved, you’ve improved It’s time! It’s time!