Are crêpe-de-chine, or bombazine[2];
Compare the texture of thy trous:
With their chromatic sheen;
To what abysm of taste we reach
By the Observance of thy Breech!
Think what she pays her modiste for
Those hats of questionable shapes,
Surmounted by a seagull or
Some imitation grapes!
Small wonder she receives a shock