Chateau in Virginia Waters

Broken English words cracked the air like a bell

She had a chateau in Virginia Waters

Free from all those culture vultures

Her silver car a silver cloud cloaked the air in a shroud

Her pearly author's teeth tore the seasoned cedar coloured pheasant

Her one rich wish is to write a book about

A Venetian mother's problems on a barge in little Venice

She peers at the portrait of her poetess grandmother

Who's theatrical in character

Wise just like Socrates

She sinks her nails into the aged canvas

But the power from the wordster's head was cool and shrill and frightening

Miss Drag is intermingled with the powder-blue chaise lounge

She types some acid words to her hairless Havana art dealer

Her one rich wish is to write a book about a chateau in Virginia Waters

Free from all those culture vultures