Comb Your Hair
For Heaven’s sake stop playing Aphrodite,
Wearing a dress like a young bride’s nightie.
And while you’re about it
Comb your hair,
A hell of a lot of vine leaves there.
Baccharties are out,
You’ll not make the grade.
You weren’t at RADA
You weren’t at the SLADE.
You really are Cooper’s Marmalade,
Bitterly sweet and chunkily sliced,
Yet- Cooper’s marmalade is nice!
Michael