The Lady of Shallot
Like an onion, you’d have me peel
Knowing full well how I’d feel.
Swooning, my head it would reel
As naughty glances you would steal.
Layer after layer must fall off
Until at last all clothes I doff.
But for you is that enough?
What more is there left to slough?
I’d stand naked from toes to chin
Before you, Sir, in my bare skin.
With my legs spread, my lips grin
While you admire what lies within.
But this lady’s secret is surely not
Who she is, what charms she’s got.
She but follows Submission’s plot.
Her fate is sealed in her ‘shall’ lot.
Now that I have made you hot,
And I’m sure you ‘Came-a-lot’,
I’ll tell you exactly what is what:
Behold! The Lady of Shallot.
