St Louis songbirds in Atlanta
just a minute this is romance
enter Nancy picking daisies

plughole sounds on the verandah

all under the bedsheets rise

the eyes thaw open and detect

with the change in weather,
exposed and cooped in cold,
Nancy solicits your attention

Nancy lies finished, deceived,
a sight to make your eyes fail
in the heated rooms, poisoned
by Rudolf's talcum manner

now love is slain and the well-groomed
lover is wanted in seven states

again perfidy clicks like a billiard ball
bounding from unexpected cushions

Nancy's beloved body travels
the long way in a silent box
unscented unattended
by rhythmical gloved gentlemen

Voices demand a happy ending
Let her find more comfortable quarters
then through any heated savior