Mad Women Love me a lot. That means nothing have I got To things view from Worth of What, Not spotless The-With-A-Blot… From Mad Women lovers’ smiles: Those who could like me walk miles, Naked Ones glad about it; To marry one digging my pit! Years of disdain for bathrooms But streets sweep with caring brooms… God I bless for Pubic Hairs Ably screening off Prized Wares Still some day saleable For A Madness stoppable! BBC I trust can see Could afford to let this be; With Proverbs busier than bee… I’d forgive: Winter’s Hot Tea.”