If ever there was such a breed, surely it was she. That singular bitch, that inescapable itch…
Why without her could you even breathe? Oh, wreathed in flame she welcomed you, like you
were all shiny and new, even as your eye-teeth grew… That loyal hound, that singular bitch, that
ever-after tilt to your switch… seems you’ve finally met your match… so why fight the inevitable catch?
© Odyne La Fée 2018