Thank You for the Cake Happy Birthday to No One

Ciao sachet chum, porkpie panache, you ditsy-dots chatelaine.
Takes that much work to be a fairy with a hoyi-hoyi-hoyi.
Debauch me, profiterole, sans chantage & ohne striptease.
Pinprick the superuniverse first, mutton bustin’ turpitude.
Note every transitory object of affection: log cabin,
starlit bravado, in vitro haute couture, chiffon-sash glutton,
chérie lingerie where downside down is up-down.
My letter of recommendation— our beplumed exigencies.