For love of the face

Is pulchrifying oneself    well  a  virtue,

Or a vice which we must be alert to?

For  love of  the  face

Is usually safe,

Unless going out after curfew.

 

Don’t ring the knell  for me  yet

I am going out tonight with a vet.

But he doesn’t eat  meat

Except for pigs’ feet.

That is trotters  in jelly well set.

 

Others may eat oxtail soup.

And steal eggs from any hen coop.

They are probably poachers

Don’t let them approach us.

Roll your eyes and make    play   with your  flute