Oh, Madam Francis

oh, Madam Francis, I stand flabbergasted!, when I glance upon your shadow, gray, I thought beauty for sure ever lasted, but now I'm enveloped with dismay. The ocean waves would shamelessly recede, an ardent attempt at flattery, I suppose, man after man would attempt to succeed, but now look at you, a sad, wilted rose. Kings would transform into commoners, just to see you pace along Martin's Lane, beggars and hobos would transfigure, just to receive a smile from this lovely dame. But look at you now, a disgruntled old maid, a dissatisfied hag, the chaff of grain, did a single soul not run to your aid? did a hapless finagler leave you insane? whilst venturing in such reproachful thoughts, I suddenly notice a man walk past, Madam Francis, no longer distraught with a sigh of relief, chants "Finally, at last!" oh, Madam Francis, I stand flabbergasted!, when I glance upon your shadow, gray, I thought beauty for sure ever lasted, but now I'm sure, it will always stay.