My broken engagement is broken.
I hurt like a peeled carrot.
I would hide at my Aunt’s in Hoboken,
But cold and un-soothed, I can’t bear it.
You wear your lips in a bow-tie,
I’ll wear my skirt in a tulip,
You can take me out on a boat and I
Think I will take that mint julep.
The evening sun melts like a sundae.
I peel like a hurt carrot.
You tell me your uncle will run for DA;
My ring was a six-carat.
I am a befouled Hepburn.
I can tell up which tree you are barking.
Your drawl is a salve for my sunburn.
What the hell, you can take me parking.
You’re a man of means and no virtue,
Of bourbon and a boutonniere,
My skirt will only skirt you,
You’re a fancier, a financier.
You don’t know how hard it is for me.
I am finished, I’m ready to walk.
Take your hand off my knee and pour me
Another one on the rocks.