“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’.