The Scarlet Woman: Margaret Campbell, Duchess Of Argyll - Poem by Sheena Blackhall
‘Always a poodle, only a poodle.
That, and three strands of pearls, ' she said…
‘ they are absolutely the essential things in life.'
Margaret lost her cherry aged 15 to David Niven
Soon after, entered a clinic for abortion
She met the Duke on the Golden Arrow train from Paris
He took £100,000 of her money to renovate his castle
In February 1963 Lord Justice Wheatley
Arranged himself on the bench in Edinburgh
To hear the Argyll divorce case.
He turned white as his wig at reports of the red-blooded Margaret,
Her voracious sexual practices
Bribery, a little black book of conquests
Blackmail,romps in pink bathrooms,
Pornographic photography to turn a lawman puce
Rumoursof royal liasons
Amours that were bluer than blue
And the lovers, the lovers!
A cabinet minister afloat in a sea of sex alongside
Eighty eightco-respondents, a very conservative number
Margaret's amours were varied and many,
Bob Hope and Maurice Chevalier, the cream ofInveraray
Teenage holidaymakers. Douglas Fairbanks, Prince Aly Khan
A car salesman, an aviator, an art curator
The married Prince George, Duke of Kent
For she was marmalade and spice,
Top totty, in London speak
Her husband, no angel, theDuke of Argyll.
Took his first wife, aged 18
On honeymoon to watchFrench prostitutes in a brothel.
He spent her personal money,
He beat her
He pawned her jewellery
As for wife number two."He took everything but my trust funds."
A maid described her mistress as "a Mayfair whore
Her dresses were designed by Norman Hartnell.
Silk satin and tulle embroidered
She lived in luxury, skiing in St Moritzx, inSwitzerland,
She sailed off Nassau in the Bahamas
She sunned herself in the South of France.
She never, everrose before 11am,
To have a daily manicure and pedicure.
The Dukereferred to Margaret as "S" for Satan
Drink was his vice, and spending other's funds
Both of them died in nursing homes.
Margaret the scarlet having outspent her fortune
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