Let’s walk in the park and watch the boys play cricket
Have our hair combed and pull tight our corsets
While the servants are in the kitchen cooking Sunday roast
Cleaning the silverware, preparing the toast.
What shall we do today? We are so smitten
Teach the children some French, or play with the kittens?
Underskirts and bootees, parasols and silk gowns,
We allure with convenient smiles whenever in town.
We put on our best stockings and lacey cream garters
Walk slowly and are courted, talk about serious matters.
We seem so diffident, yet naughty secrets we hide
But we must comport and not distress fathers’ pride.
We walk arm in arm and brandish Spanish fans
Whispering trumpery about any old man.
“May I ask your father for your hand in marriage?"
...“Only if you take me to the ball with horse and carriage!”
But when we get the chance to be unfaithful lovers
We whip off our garters, silk stockings and laced gloves.
Written by Anna Di Muro