Panache Again

Oh,dear,I’ve got panache again. I suffer to please ancient men. I dress in red gowns Intermingled with brown. Flamboyant and in fashion, I am. It may be genetic,of course. So I refuse to feel guilt or remorse. e world is so sad We may all go mad. And that would be very much worse. Panache is not wrong,anyway. Self confidence is good,so they say. Wear a cap with a feather And a coat of real leather. I’ll sell you all mine on E bay.