Porcelain Baked-Over Cast-Iron Wedding - Linda Perhacs

It’s a splendid high waisted white flavored day

It’s Pavlov with barking and feathers and pearls

It’s porcelain, oh, so bored, faces and curls

Buckles and gadgets and bell-bottom cools

Strutting and studding and preening by the rules

Cinderella for a day

She’s a queen in white angel lace

In a dream that she fabricates

From her last remaining green dollar bill

In a corrugated castle with so many fossilized remains

Plaster baked in Saks special powder and villafranchian lace

Long shanks, lean shanks with mini-skirted brims

It’s a harem in conquest with alabaster skins

Did I see you in Rome?

I wintered abroad

Silky and creamy, they’re a peppered prime cause

Of gallery flocking and rank hierarchy lockin'

Arena behavior, one man to a hill

In turtle neck style with clean verbal kills

Pass the champagne, will you please?

And let’s get on with the next social squeeze

Female favored, custom tailored

The strutting grounds for the posh aggregates

Spilling, dividing and multiplying

In a system of social rotating mates

It’s a splendid high waisted white flavored day

It’s Pavlov with barking and feathers and pearls

It’s porcelain, oh, so bored, faces and curls

Buckles and gadgets and bell-bottom cools

Strutting and studding and preening by the rules

By the rules

Ah, the hell with the rules