True Sensibility

The Bolshevist lady is no less refined
Than Victorian misses, but more.
They shrank if a man might be under the bed;
She shrieks if he opens the door.

Though shirt-sleeves might shock them, the Bolshevist maid
Is far more fastidious than that.
They frowned at a man if he took off his coat;
She faints when he takes off his hat.

She blushes at anything all day long,
Which is why it is commonly said
That while other young ladies are normally pink,
She is now irretrievably Red.
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