Victoria Clementina, negress,
Took seven white dogs
To ride in a cab.
Bells of the dog chinked.
Harness of the horses shuffled
Like brazen shells.
Oh-hé-hé! Fragrant puppets
By the green lake-pallors,
She too is flesh,
And a breech-cloth might wear,
Netted of topaz and ruby
And savage blooms;
Thridding the squawkiest jungle
In a golden sedan,
White dogs at bay.
A breech-cloth is a loin-cloth, though this one is embroidered with topaz and ruby. It’s a ridiculous image. 

Exposition of the Contents of a Cab