she drives the theatre’s lift in San Jose,
where on some Sabbath this soul undertakes
an opera, viz: "Cosi Fan Tutte,"
I found the lady of the lift superb;
an operatic, fierce, Wagnerian –
her vast and buttress-bosom would disturb
the cods and rods of many gentlemen.
She called ‘Are thou for Level One, my squire?"
and I was tempted yet to say in jest
“No Level 2 for us!" to stir her ire
yet paused, and left Vesuvius at rest.
We exited the lift, said " Carry on."
She answered with a coy smile....and was gone.