Showing posts with label Comtesse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Comtesse. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

HARD TIMES IN PAWLING, NEW YORK


Sometimes the ghost of former governor
Thomas E. Dewey allows his famous mustache
To grow ragged. His gaze becomes dull;
Even cats feel for him some pity. "The Comtesse,"
They say, "is working on her memoirs.
She has reached page seven thousand and two
And has not mentioned him once."

Thursday, June 1, 2017

SOCIAL NOTES



In the purlieus of Pawling the Comtesse
Begins her summer progress. On request,
She will sing or tell stories or dance
Among the tombs to keep the fiends at bay.
Since there is no king in Pawling, the dapper ghost
Of Thomas E. Dewey touches against scrofula;
The Comtesse gives thin gold coins to the victims
With her picture stamped upon them.