Broken English words
cracked the air like a bell
She had a chateau
in Virginia Waters
Free from all those
culture vultures
Her silver car a silver cloud
cloaked the air in a shroud
Her pearly author's teeth
tore the seasoned
cedar coloured pheasant
Her one rich wish is
to write a book about
A Venetian mother's problems
on a barge in little Venice
She peers at the portrait of
her poetess grandmother
Who's theatrical in character
Wise just like Socrates
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She sinks her nails
into the aged canvas
But the power from
the wordster's head was cool
and shrill and frightening
Miss Drag is intermingled with
the powder-blue chaise lounge
She types some acid words to her
hairless Havana art dealer
Her one rich wish is to write
a book about a chateau
in Virginia Waters
Free from all those
culture vultures