Here Comes the Lady Mel Liz!

Hoofs swiftly racing, a carriage now approaching
The coachman drenched in beard
“Make way for Me Lady, the Countess of beauty!”
And forgive her magnificence!
For the moon shyly bends, at a glance on her braids,
Much more to her exquisite eyes!
Not one would dare miss, the entry of The Lady Mel Liz
She is that lady in your desires.
So please, spunky Count, though you’re stunned and in awe
Do not forget you are the Crier!
So it is but established; this lady in the midnight blue gown-
Has left you astounded, greatly confounded
Without the sorcerer’s wand!
Oh, master sorcerer, it appears your magic is dumb.
But lest more is said, let the lady have her seat
And wipe that gooey thing from your mouth!