PASTICHE PLEASURES

She feels like chicken tonight
With Marmite toast
A welcome break
From green roast

A pound on the hip
You need to lose

Squeeze your achnes
And purchase a bra

Trigonometry 
Is her heart's desire 
And Shakespeare's prose

Squeeze your achnes 
And purchase a bra
Echoes in her ears
Your suitor 
In the parlour

The only gal 
To know her alphabet
A kindly neighbour 
Taught her to read

Schools are for the city folks
Oriantel dance and
Amorous prose 
You need to learn!
We need your dowry;
Your daddy is in his death bed.
Her mama said
This is the gypsy way
For a millennia!

So she keeps her hips slim
And masters amorous prose
A fool she was not; 
She elopes
To the bright lights of the city
A job in the café 
Then night schools 
Learning Shakespeare's prose