Countess Sigrid von Galen

Fashion rhymes with velvet underground fascism and is by its own returning curses tongue-tied and spellbound: Coco Chanel's link to the velvet fascism that lets her perfume cloud rather of gas chamber stink, and that makes a Winston Churchill shroud even posthumously nervously in a certain archive blink, and spoil somebody else's drink, who wears a mitre from black gold and a staff paid for by oil in the Road of Underhill, never mind the Brown toad, who is about Mahatma Gandhi in turmoil, by Sigrid Countess von Galen