December in Westminster.
Old lady fed some cat,
she was catholic sister,
and me — a sinful brat.

Requested to assist her,
she carried weighty bag,
with hand so full of blisters,
and vestment of a hag.

Imagine now this picture,
instead of what I said—
I kissed the hoary spinster,
and took her to my bed;

but when the clock hit midnight,
for my immense surprise,
the youth in her revived,
saw princess with my eyes.

...Love can be in disguise...