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She wore a tiffany hat with a bow and six big plumes of red and white,  
it had an ultra wide asymmetrical brim that rolled up to one side.  
When it came to dames like this I believe God ran out of humble stock !
She wore pompadour shoes, like she had nothing to lose 
and rouge so red it made the cardinals have fainting spells !

Her hair was soaked in henna, elderberry & radish extract,
and I believe her dress was stitched in the boudoir of coco-channel!  
She was a nouveau riche reveling in her new found fame 
and everything in her life was right as rain until that fatal day,   
when her hat expanded 10 x its size,  growing past her shoulders
  like a great big beast, of leavened yeast!   

Her hat pins strained from the strain of those great big plumes,   
moaning and groaning from her lithe walk and all that perfume ! 
Then First World War arrived and suddenly it was unpatriotic 
to be concerned with one's appearance ! 

She was no Rockefeller and didn't own a rupee nor a heller, 
so she became a steadfast loyal dame, like dear old Helen Keller . 
What happened to that big old hat, with the plumes of red and white ?

She stewed it, brewed it, boiled it down then poured it in a flask, 
and yes she drank it slowly,... just in case you thought to ask !  

March 30/ 2025

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