Silver flask in her overcoat pocket,
Raven hair tucked under her hat,
Adjusting the skyship’s lavender sprocket,
She held tight to her calico cat.
With the ships quick descent, the cat flying was sent,
Pulse pounding, she jumped to the ground.
“The one who doth tarry, shall not soon be married”
She quoteth the old bard, long renowned.
Away she went to a place where she meant
Business now and forever amen.
The parson could stand with the innocent man
But his cold heart she would finally win.
*** Ok, seriously, I have no idea where she came from – but there she is!