Zelda, poor Zelda, Your love for F. Scott felled ya. A Southern belle transplanted,You went through hell, that's granted. But oh, those years of glory!Your nineteen-twenties story. The couple with the mostest, You a reluctant hostess. The Paris scene so sparkly, Your mind receding darkly. Your husband used you, wife, To fuel his writing life. To madness you were condemned, Truly The Beautiful and the Damned.Your refuge, destroyed by fire, Became your funeral pyre.