Pastiche Pleasures
She feels like chicken tonight
With Marmite toast
A welcome break
From green roast
A pound on the hip
You need to lose
Squeeze your achnes
And purchase a bra
Trigonometry
Is her heart's desire
And Shakespeare's prose
Squeeze your achnes
And purchase a bra
Echoes in her ears
Your suitor
In the parlour
The only gal
To know her alphabet
A kindly neighbour
Taught her to read
"Schools are for the city folks
Oriantel dance and
Amorous prose
You need to learn!
We need your dowry;
Your daddy is in his death bed."
Her mama said
"This is the gypsy way
For a millennia!"
So she keeps her hips slim
And masters amorous prose
A fool she was not;
She elopes
To the bright lights of the city
A job in the café
Then night schools
Learning Shakespeare's prose
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