"Knitting sweaters
Singing Nightingale
Tapping feet
Living in hell"

All she did was sing,
This rhyme over and over again
What a nuisance, I sighed
Oh jolly, she had it coming

Supposed to be a beauty she is
"Do something about those wrinkles!"
I said to her and she-
-quivered and smiled with her dimple

"Wash my bloody gloves, lady!"
I threatened with a kiss on her cheek
She smiled, lovely woman she is
Not that society knows, also a freak-

I know her secret, and she's in debt
If I let it out, her world might not be the same
Towards her, towards the lady
The one who likes other dames

-Mrs. Lady's story.

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