ALEXANDRA 
7 
 
 
We kiss Kathleen, we knock up Katherina, 
 
Like Bonaparte’s success at Beresina, 
 
 
We leer at Lilian, we long for Lottie, 
 
This is admittedly extremely dotty : 
 
 
We maunder of Marie, we miaul of Molly, 
 
(As in text) 
 
 
We nuzzle up to Norah, we nudge Nancy, 
 
All this is but the play of idle fancy : 
 
 
We ogle Olive, we oblate to Olga, 
 
This dodge is vain as dreams upon the Volga : 
 
 
We quiz Querida, quarrel over Queenie, 
 
(As for I) 
 
 
We rave of Rowena, we rant of Rachel, 
 
All’s a mirage like sailors see in Seychelles : 
 
 
We sing of Sue, we serenade Selina, 
 
(As for K) 
 
 
We talk of Tabitha, we troll of Thais, 
 
Like Shelley’s effort to save Adonais, 
 
 
We undress Undine, we up Ugolina, 
 
(As for K) 
 
 
We violate Vivien, we vault on Vera, 
 
All’s an unsatisfactory chimæra ; 
 
 
We waste for Wilhelmine, we wail for Winnie, 
 
The harmony is harsh, the tune is tinny ; 
 
 
We xylo Xenia, we X-ray Xantippe, 
 
We disagree with Fra Filippo Lippi :