Every Thursday
My Majordomo Insists I Be Clad In Finery
Seated Behind My Driver
Window Ajar, Four Inches
To Forage For A Bride
Good Day Madam
Shall We Go For A Drive
Sire, I Must Warn Thee Laughingly, As Your Most Trusted Driver These New Trappings Of Yours Make You Most Vulnerable To Attacks And, What's Worse, The Ladies Find Them Abhorrent
I Fear You Will Find No Love Nor Bride Lest You Abandon This Livery















