Broken English words cracked the air like a bell   She had a chateau in Virginia Waters   Free from all those culture vultures   Her silver car a silver cloud cloaked the air in a shroud   Her pearly author's teeth tore the seasoned cedar coloured pheasant   Her one rich wish is to write a book about   A venetian mother's problems on a barge in little Venice   She peers at the portrait of her poetess grandmother   Who's theatrical in character   Wise just like Socrates   She sinks her nails into the aged canvas   But the power from the wordster's head was cool and shrill and frightening   Miss Drag is intermingled with the powder-blue chaise lounge   She types some acid words to her hairless havana art dealer   Her one rich wish is to write a book about a chateau in Virginia Waters   Free from all those culture vultures