Grizabella the Glamour Cat

kinda obveus. i have to say that for a wile i really hated this show, but when i got a change to costume on of the first non perfeshion productions of it i really fell in love with the way T.S Elliot works his lierary geneus. this is baised on my costume dessign for the show, baised on one of my favoret non published works of mr. elliot himself.

She haunted many a low resort
near the grimy road of Tottenham Court
She flitted about the no man's land
From "The Rising Sun" to "The Friend at Hand"
And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
"You'd really had thought she ought to be dead"
And who would ever suppose that
that was Grizabella the Glamour Cat