(with apologies to Philip Larkin)
Contemporary romance peaked
(Which of course was rather late)
When mousy Midtown office girls
Sought out rich men to date.
Now, since then there’s only been
A sort of echoing
Of Heyer’s style of thing;
A virgin beauty’s quest to find
A duke for marrying.
For all at once, the smut appeared:
Everyone fucked the same
And every book became
A drenched and dizzy bacchanal
Quite free from tact or shame.
So books were never better than
And now is far too late
For those mousy Midtown office girls
And the wealthy men they date.