M’lady please do not take flight,
on the wedding night,
think of England and high-tea,
and I’m sure t’will be alright!
Resist being a prude,
And I don’t wish to be rude,
But you could reveal an ankle,
just to elevate the mood.
Though if you have indulged,
in this exotic sport before,
Do not let him catch on,
For it is best he think you “pure”!
You should try to feign surprise,
perhaps faint or close your eyes.
So overcome with joy he’ll be,
Sir surely won’t chastise.
Fear not M’lady — rest assured,
the night will go so well,
We ‘the help’ will wait beside your door,
If you need us — ring the bell.