res extensa

All along old Derby Street she'd parade
with soft bustle, corsetted bust, and thrust
of bouffanted hair, not bounce of girlish braid

first from sunlit south to north, traipsing
past the gawp of gaping gents she went and sent
a shiver from the sliver of her mighty worth

next from naked north to south, a giggled gait
a jiggled tongue, and wiggled words that stung
the nearby ladies of loose lipped mouth

Twas not her damned fault, when the gaslights
lit too early then the Bobbies bound her arms
her charms, it was later said, led to the assault

All along old Derby Street where she'd parade
in soft bustle, corsetted bust, the thrust of chin
is memory, trust me when I say she won't be out today.