with nothing to curse but weather,
permit me to tell you of my sad fate.
For due to my great discretion
in practicing my profession,
I suddenly wake up to find I
When ladies still had propriety,
women like me were covered with glory.
But now, since these damned
women invaded my territory,
I've busted, disgusted, cocottomized,
just a flop from the top to the bottom.
While those fat fans you mowed
with the men whom once I owned
This elderly dame with their names on their
checks appeal to mod ern men.
Instead of sex, I now have ex -appeal.
when she sees I've turned out to be
And annoy, un em ployed, cacotte
A cheated, defeated, cacotte am I
Since the girls known as chic
have invented new technique.
As ladies smock make loves
The boys about won't take me out.
I'm too respectable, and on my tombstone I trust,
will be written, excuse the dust,
of a fast, but of class, cork art.
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