She wore a purple satin domino
--She'd wrapped it round her tightly, like a shawl --
And crimson slippers, anything but common, though
She scuffed them carelessly -- and that was all.
A breeze let just a glimpse of her abdomen show;
He cast a sidelong glance. He was in thrall.
Around the capital, a throng in revelry;
Jack stood apart, his mind intent on devilry.
Her father planned to keep her chaste: he'd set
A labyrinth of snares, locks bolted fast,
Stored crossbows, catapult and trebuchet,
A crocodile-stocked moat. If any passed,
Defenestration from a parapet,
Impressment, and two years before the mast.
Jack wove a rope with strands of llama's hair,
Attached a grappling hook: tonight he'd dare.