“Lumbago Barb” was said to be a snob
Possibly missing her empathy knob.
After RnR on her quay, she’d seek hilltop chalet
Scouting wood’s edge for a thingamabob.
A house of the sun became a central one
When diplomacy was up for grapplin’.
But times do change and hands rearrange
From sceptres to solstice lights and applin’.