Pardon my Gardens; they're withered and grey:
Unkempt and wild and quite defiled
Given my odd and reclusive ways:
Eccentric is my fashion style
Look at Life through special glass:
I see it all now magnified
But my gardens grey, my cage, alas!
Damn society- be defied!
You should truly be in pictures,
You were born for it, you see:
Nevermind your fear and stricture;
What a starlet you would be!
Come and visit my grey gardens:
Bring your cameras; we will talk
Mother and I have long been hardened
By the way the others balk!
Jackie O. was in the know,
And embarrassed by our home
We let her in since she was kin
Though we sought to be alone
I am Edith Bouvier Beale,
A model once I was
Did cabaret 'til my dying day
When the flies began to buzz