"Her rhymes," say swell Tories, "are rippin'!"
But still, though the Standard may scowl,
I can't award Pallas the pippin!
And then Aphrodite! Oh my!
In that dress she must feel rather freezy.
There's confidence, though, in her eye,
She is taking it quite Japanesy.
That musumé smile's quite a fetch,
And yet—I acknowledge—between us—
(They'll call me a cold-blooded wretch)