My wig is stupendous
My dress so bizarre,
With make-up that's tremendous,
I'm bound to go far.

My shoes are so snazzy,
My bosom is vast,
With colours so jazzy,
I'm ready at last.

The bell rings for starters,
I rush out of the door,
Quick pull on my garters,
And I'm ready, for sure.

I walk into the limelight,
Of this great hall of fame,
Because, just for tonight,
I'm a 'Pantomime Dame! '

Ernestine Northover

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/starry-night/