The breeding and southern aristocracy?
Misleading to cover up hypocrisy.
The true southern belle is a siren at heart
And told to conform but not be too smart.
You learn that in school at Ole Miss
If you have a sorority sis.
Everyone called her Miss Jewel.
She was privileged, wealthy and cool.
She sheltered girls under her arm
Instructing in manners and charm.
"A lady walks into a room
On clouds of magnolia perfume.
She offers her glove for a kiss.
That's the way it is done at Ole Miss,"
To quote the sorority sis.
"A lady wears virginal white
To gather in boys who are 'right'
Then carefully keep them at bay.
At Ole Miss, it's the lady-like way."
By watching the faux southern belle,
One learned what to do, how to dress.
And being unhappy as hell,
One knew so was she, more of less.
Descending the stairs, arranging bouquets
Was hardly the highlight of one's college days.
But wearing vermillion
To any cotillion,
You wouldn't be called a cliché.
To favor and flaunt
What Old Miss boys want
And, now and then, give it away,
You learned as a rule
That one's vestibule
Has "many a use," shall we say?
Now, don't think me cruel
But virgin Miss Jewel
Never learned and got burned in the fray.
I pray she's content
With a life so misspent
She's still an "Old Miss" to this day.
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