A deed incestuous and vile;
Herod—and here I use no guile—
Had John the Baptist’s head undone
For a dance, a song, a dancer’s smile.
Happier those who all this shun!
Of my poor self I wish to speak:
Beaten like washing in a stream,
Entirely nude—no tongue in cheek—
Who made me chew such sour cream
But Kate Vausselles? Noël I deem