Well, Oakland just didn’t wow her, so kinda snide
was her renowned Oakland downer. . .no civic pride.
It’s safe to say, she was not sorry
in her château, way over there,
hobnobbing with Gallic confrères.
G: “No there.”

Swelled up and rotund was the way she looked;
she’d had it hacked off till quite short was her hair.
She ran a kind of school,
but her hometown she’d slight:
said G: “No there.”

Well, Oakland just didn’t wow her, there on the rue.
No Oakland just didn’t wow her; that city’d rue.
In Gay Paree, she was not sorry
in her château, way over there
hobnobbed with Francophone confrères.
G: “No there.”

Swelled up and rotund was the way she looked—
she’d had it hacked off till sous-page-boy her hair.
And it was rather cruel
when her hometown she’d slight:
said G: “No there.”

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In Gay Paree, she was not Loirey,
rather, in Seine, way over there.
Hobnobbed with Francophone mon cher’s.
G: “No there.”

Swelled not and rotund not, some of her books. . .
critics attacked, but still she cranked out her share.
She played not by the rules
Alice was her delight.
said G: “No there.”