josephine

To see and be seen,
josephine
You’ll be there, well aware
Of the gaze-envied green
Of the captives who can only stare
(Society sometimes suffers fools)

Though the company’s keen,
josephine,
They are dumb, when you come
To enact each new scene:
You’ve bewildered them with your aplomb
(A product of finishing schools)

You’re too regal a queen,
josephine,
To be frank, it’s your rank
That the witnesses mean
When they speak of each suitor you thank
(I said “Humour her”).

 

 

Copyright: Richard Fox 1970
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