Gilda Lilly was perfectly fine,
but most people thought she was less than divine.
Odd as she was, they shunned her because
she dressed to-the-nines most all of the time.
The people 'round Gilda shouted and screamed,
"You tryin' too hard wit all o' dat bling."
"But look!," Gilda cried. "I'm gleaming inside.
All o dis golds a reflection of me."
The more Gilda tried to prove she was fare,
the less time she spent with those whom she cared.
Before long she found her heart on the ground,
gilded in cloisonné, too heavy to bear.