Belle epoch

For a few years we are seen,

Down the long thronged hall we set our sights,

We sample new coffees, Grenadine.

We parade the floorboards, looking mean

(Our slips, our blouses, snug, not tight),

For a few years we are seen.

Our lovely faces sport a serious sheen,

Jaws still firm in amber light,

We sample new coffees, Grenadine.

We drape the aisle like ascendant queens,

Admit to a state of hormonal delight,

For a few years we are seen.

Joy is an hour or three of just being seen;

Preening, probing, our gestures right,

We sample new coffees, Grenadine.

A glance decides when a fellow's keen,

The prospect of love's tectonic flight.

For a few years we are seen.

We sample new coffees, Grenadine.