Frills and Lace
Ruffles post haste
Satin and silk
For proper ilk
Tea at two
Lady's to woo
Rules to head
Gentlemen lead
The mansion shines
The guests dine
On caviar and quail
Nothing is stale
The music swells
Skirts twirl like bells
On a windy night
The ball is in flight
The carriages leave
On the night's eve
Servants undress
Their master so they may rest
Until the morning
When the sun adorning
A blue sky
Opens their eye
To start the process again.
