As the fashion is, she sticks it in her coronal of hair.
It looks very like the dagger 'bout which Macbeth told such fibs,
That cold steel which tickled Duncan underneath his royal ribs.
Whomsoever she approaches, that three-cornered dagger prods,
And a hecatomb of corpses follows when her head she nods.
Kate and Margaret were wounded as if they'd been to the wars,
Hilda too and Olga owe her very aggravating scars.
Ben and Ted have both been prodded, and unhappy Lionello,
Looks as if he'd been engaging in a terrible duello.
If the fashion thus continues of stilettos worn like this,