Lady Marcellus

First was Lady Marcellus

Then was thee dress

Her nation would always confess

What a beauty gave her a bliss

A gown sown by the company of lyres

So fine, it flaunted with drapery.

Its folds welterd in harmony.

In a mere walk descended Lady Marcel

As the maids sang her well

Enamored, to the chamber of farewell

Before the dress,

a maid dared to tell:

"What 'mount are those ruffles?,"

"A gown sown by the company of lyres

Ten thousand secrets possess those layers

Yet strangers now possess the land of ours."

To an underneath chamber was the walk

After a hundred years of sowing the dress

The queen to her maids confess

"What a shame saw my folks;

We lose a war that is

We take the stairs

to abyss,"

"Tear off thee ruffle,

Keep on thee hussle,

Murder thee craft

Make mee a haft

To a long whip

To many a flip

Suffer o skin"

Now to the chamber of farewell,

A queen had those stairs fell

Her dress of a thousand ruffle

Hip yet ripped

Into a rope that will have whipped

Her for a lost war she lipped

"What a shame! my folks fell;

NOW! To the chamber of farewell!"