Classicly

She sat in the shade, for she feared that the light

Would bring to her vision that horrible sight,

A female with vertebral column askew,

And now as she sat here she dreaded the view.

But at the next moment a thought bright as fire,

Seemed to burn in her eyes and to chase away ire;

She rose, in a tremor of joy, from the gloom,

And opening the shutters, made bright the whole room.

She then all at once did proceed, with a rush,

To fasten a pillow, with cheeks all a-flush,

Just under her skirt, quite behind at the back,

And then she donned quickly a hat and a sack—

Seized quicker a parasol; then without fear,

She faced the long mirror with eyes all a-cheer

With some inspiration, that strangely did lend

To a spine badly bent an additional bend.