• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 04

Topsy Turvy

Why should I be remembered just as one of three?
A school girl simpering and singing with false glee,
A divertissement to delight the gentlemen of the audience,
Not a true geisha, but a figment of Mr Gilbert’s and Mr Sullivan’s minds,
A terpsichorean turn on the English stage,
A summer breeze from the Orient,
The fragrant, fragile scent of cherry blossom wafting frivolous fun and cheerful chuckles all around,
An antidote to London’s smog and choking fog,
My legacy was surely a memorable one,
After all I turned their humdrum lives completely upside down.