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Imperious mistress, thou of mad-hued hair,

Full often on thy form mine eyes have perved.

Fain would I be thy servant, and with care

Ensure thine ev’ry need was being served.

When thy great beauty graced the BBC,

Thou didst with ease outshine the fair Miss Brahms.

And still the question lingers: art thou free

To spend a lifetime in my loving arms?

Saleswoman cruel! Wouldst thou deny this bloke,

Who would quite gladly give his life so that

He might but once thy famous pussy stroke?

(And, no, I make not ref’rence to thy cat.)

O Mrs Slocombe, how thy name doth trick,

For when I think on thee, I come too quick!