The beautiful wolves
In their tuxes and gowns
Have secret soirees
On the outskirts of town
Walking on their hind legs
With their snouts in the air
The females look classy
The men, debonair
They enter a building
The outside is plain
But the inside boasts gold chandeliers
And champagne
They sip drinks and they schmooze
Whisper gossip, make quips
Invent scandals, spread rumors
And lie between sips
They are there to be viewed
And each wolf is a viewer
A waiter serves fresh, bloody meat
On a skewer
A magician breathes fire
And is met with applause
Dainty flutters of praise
From their manicured paws
Then Arabian she-wolves
Perform for the crowd
Tinkling coins on their skirts
And their snouts in silk shrouds
And the beautiful wolves
Say, “How fetching!” “Divine!”
As their pour down their gullets
Their glassfuls of wine
And by four in the morning
Their eyes are all glazed
Their cacophonous chatter
Occurs in a haze
When it’s time to depart
They say, “It’s been a treat.”
And wrapped up in their furs,
They hail cabs from the street.
Oh, you fine, sumptuous wolves
Have you had a nice night?
Then return to your dens, you drunk fools
And sleep tight.
