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