Just sought some friends,
in the yellow pages,
of those old red books.
The good world did nothing,
But rob and rook.
Fought hard to get her due,
Which she knew was given to a few.
Her fight was with those who she thought were her family
Her father so dear, her brother so near.
She lost the bout,
When her meek body kissed the ground;
Some pores drilled
Alas! She left wearing those frocks frilled.