LADY L:

The kiddies called her loopy, the adults said insane,

She lived in Lilliput Cottage, down in Lavender Lane,

Always dressed in lilac lace, with violets in her hair,

And with pretty old Lady L, no one could compare.

 Dancing through deep woods, of larkspur & soft lilies,

Never caring one jot, that people just called her silly,

Gamboling stark naked, over soft hills of lilac heather,

Feeding golden linseeds to her friends of fine feather.

With a lavender lotus blossom, in purple plumed hat,

She´d dance the lindy-hop gaily, with dark plumy bats,

And laughing out loudly, off to Lindisfarne shed wend,

Just convincing one & all that she was round the bend.

This old lupine-lidded lovely, made all her own rules,

Wafting through old forests, dipping toes in cool pools,

Lifting linden-flowered skirts & dancing round old wells,

Folk merely nodded, saying, “There goes crazy Lady L”.