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 

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