She glides and slides down the corridors of power

Using the hint of loves flower

To blind the unwary and root out the smell

Of fear, to infiltrate the enemy nose as well.

Wall to wall the swish of a dress

Leaves all aghast at the lack of cold breath

To keep alive in times of famine

Hungry days with empty ravine.

The thin, white glide will get you through

Down the streets of doom and everyone too.

Don’t baulk at the ride but slipstream glide

The Queen of white and thin and pride…