Tea Party

It may be musty

But the air is thick

Filled with my girls

And the scent of lipstick

I've planned a nice party

To welcome a friend

A lively young beauty

Who fought to the end

I'll name her Louise

Introduce her to the others

Prop her up proper

In my circle of lovers

Weaved hair placed perfect

Over patchy dark curls

And a pearl for her tongue

Like the rest of my girls