Victory Of A Lioness
Your day has finally come
Unlucky lady of Middle Earth
Your face and body are not for keeps
And your suitors are no less than creeps
The words you utter are as bitter as bile
Or at best, breathy and sickly sweet
Not clever as those of the literary elite
Whose approval and admiration you seek
I believe the time is nigh
When the bell rings a deafening sound
Calling you to come meet me for a round
And let me show you why I wear a crown
Feel my wrath across your heart
Feel the fury that I can impart
The laws of the jungle won’t ever lie
If a lioness strikes, she asks not why
Watch how I reduce your limbs to a pulp
As I watch you take your last gulp
The world will be free of your stench at last
Your name forgotten in some distant past
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