Song call- Poe- "A Rose"

Jezebel from Israel
Who never read a book
Charmed the literati
And a smile was all it took.

I was laughing with Picasso
When she first entered the room
But Gershwin, Tristan Tzara
And Man Ray saw her too
There was never any doubt
All would try to take her home
But she refused their every move
Preferred to be alone

And a rose...a rose is a rose

Zelda had a breakdown
Fitzgerald hit the bar
His hand was broken, words were spoken
Didn't get too far.
Hemmingway was smoother
More debonair and fun
But he would say her repartee
Was meaner than a gun.

And a rose...
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Said my good friend Gertrude Stein
She knows that I go to the ol' Deux Magots
And I drink Pernod through the night.
Jezebel from Israel
Who never read a book,
She charmed the literati
And a smile was all it took.

Before her Joyce will babble
And Pound has gone insane.
Eliot is paralyzed by
Thoughts of April rain.
When she refused Lennin
He vowed to start a war
Stravinsky beat The Rite of Spring
Right there on the floor.

And a rose...a rose is a rose
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Said my good friend Gertrude Stein
She knows that I go to the ol' Deux Magots
And I drink Pernod through the night

And then one night she's missing
A riot soon began
No one could stand the thought of Jezzie with another man
I raced down winding streets
I broke into her house
You'll never guess who Jezebel
Was kissing on the couch...

A rose...a rose is a rose...
Hi Jezzie. Hi there Gertrude
Am I interrupting something?
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose...
-Poe, "A Rose"

What? Yes. Jazz. *melts into a puddle of goo* *jazz-tastic goo*

If I had to choose voices for my characters, this is Len's. Sex on legs, baby. It's no wonder half the heavenly host wanted to bang her. (By half the heavenly host, I actually just mean Catenus and occasionally Lucifer, but that's beside the point.)