Hi Lady E, Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Your permed tresses not at all dull,
When you emerge from your lull,
Night, forced to invite every guest,
To your tall abode barren and still,
The wind shrills and the waves grills,
The cars roll and the tanks are full,
Clean inhabitants with hygienic habits,
Lost their smiling pearls to the dirt,
You are too modern and cropped,
Lady, you may look strong and elegant,
Clutching the purse full of fraudulent frills,