From far and wide, they've come to listen, watch, and judge her plea.
Beneath the lights her skin aglisten drips and drabbles free.
Before she speaks she stops to moisten lips all cracked and dry;
Refreshed for now, she lifts her voice and pleading asks them, "Why?"
She tells them just how much, how often all well-spoken men
That certain t's they oft would soften up, and how and when.
This once a trait of working class infects its rulers too,
Who know no better than to fasten t's where once taboo.