The fourth poem in my collection. This is from Lola's
point of view about the end.

A radiant glow bursts from my face,
I feel guilty and twisted inside,
I kick up my legs and flash a white smile,
And I sway my hips to match the rhythm.

My lips are bright red,
My skin porcelain white,
The material hangs off my thin frame,
I barely remember my name.

I came from Russia,
Never to return,
My dream's unfulfilled,
Water and mist,
clouding my eyes,
I scream Bonjour! As they walk in the hall,
But now it's the end of it all,
And I bow and the curtain falls,
Muttering to myself;
Au Revoir, sweet Lola,
Unable to dance,
Unable to walk,
Unable to talk,
Unable to swim,
Au Revoir sweet Lola,
Au Revoir Lola the Showgirl
Au Revoir.