Bespoke embroidered trimmings of white laces
the haughty malice of shunned tattered petticoats
flounced in tempestuous rage the fear of exposure
glimpses of shaming pox and stinking boils underneath
for the soft fleece snow must glint pristine and picturesque
the spotless carpet over the quagmire of mucky dirt beneath

Murderous intentions tailored by dire skilled crafts
exacting measurements truncated to be fitted as a kipper
in mills and ivory towers damasks and brocade in silk and satin
laid down, trampled, stained distressed and ripped into sackcloth
in honeyed voices painted faces murdered fabrics in deceitful ways
in white petticoats embattled none gets a peak past the décolletage

Perchance molls find honour in stark dishonour
for when purity and innocence was lost and nakedness sin
the tale spoke that leaves turned covers and Eve blazed trails
the forked tongues of serpents ring out all lands here and yonder
remember He that spake the truth was strung up on Roman wood
what chance have you Kaffir daring to reject and expose the malignant tumors of the Pearls of Lucifer in Janet Reger's petticoats