A Lysergic poem in memory of the Great Gertrude.

My buttons are topless
are capless & hapless
and hipless & cupless
and dripless - not lipless,
not nearly hopeless
not merely sinless & finless
but queerily, surgily,
urgently urgy, lysergic,
mergily nervy, strung like a lyre
and not pervy not twinless
but sunny inside and out
in front of the fire.