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the jadis and aujourd hui etc.
The error is soon found out to their very great surprise.
But now they think me handsome, indeed a perfect belle,
Nothing would surprise them, if did not marry well!
As a fashionist, of course, I've already learnt to fib—
Orders given to say 'not at home,' when really only hid.
I only shew my good sense and aristocratic breeding
To my vulgar country cousins, when I'm thus deceiving.
A monster chignon and small plate I invariably wear,
When the fashion changes of course I dye my hair.
I really think if pea green was the fashion and the vogue,
I would carry out this silly taste, and dress quite 'à la mode.'
When I condescend to walk my robe quite trails along the ground,
And when perchance 'tis trod upon, I feel and know I frown!
Alas!—as I'm no longer young, I rouge, and paint, and dye,
Keep twisting too and rolling my bella-donna eyes!
At home, I spend my time in really useless nothing,