To a Close

When the debs came down in their famous gowns Jacqueline at once was the talk of the town Launched and lunched on Society's cream Smiled and curtsied so gently Toujours chercher pour quelle-que-chose As the curtains are drawn to a close When her Daddy's bank sailed close to the wind He traded it all for Gordon's Gin All the King's horses and all the King's men Conquered elsewhere never called again Said a discreet madam with your pedigree A belle de jour if ever I've seen The home service the French lesson round So neatly attired costing one hundred pounds Propped up in bed all alone at The Ritz The Evening Star printed she razored both wrists Dressed in her furs with her girdle and gloves Surrounded by photos of all her old loves