As Eddie Fisher catches fire, diamonds draw flame;
Scotch tumbles over rims like water in wells
Precious stones ring; like each pearl string, eight grooms hung bells.
Bows on blue-boxed Tiffany tongues thank your name;
Mere mortals, fans all, clamor and glamour becomes one same:
Celebrity, fashion, lights, Oscar, and Hollywood shame;
Self! I go my way! And the starlit starlet walks with fame,
Crying: Darling, what I do is for fans, for them I came.
I say more: the splendid woman splendors;
Saves face: and faces all the make-up made;
Acts in the camera eye what in the camera eye she is—
Elizabeth. For Liz plays on ten thousand places
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not Eddie’s
To the stars through smiles on all men’s faces.
