To the Wiz of the Ball

Pardon the insolence, hence the bow
For thy mouth to go gooey is part of the show
I have thus rendered your wand a waste
So cometh the destruction of this place.
If you are the Devil, then applause
But if you are an angel, then more devout
I happened to be a Lady that deals with the mouth
A stare should be enough to make you pout
That is the character I have decided to go
Why with that gooey, I have hence altered the flow
Ha! You had a strain to accept that scene it seems
Then let us leave it all as a dream.
(We’re back in the real ball now.)