Convoitise tendre

Curled in a coil sat a cobra quite content
Glittered eyes seeming very much intent
Beckoning with venom far from sight withheld
Little mouse simply should have yelled
Saying promises dripping honey like true sin
Poor little foolish mouse simply just gave in
Such a pretty face, with a mind so malicious
Had a victory in her mind, simply delicious
“Petite Souris” she cooed “do come and play”
“A promise to romance you, every single day”
Love is blind so they think, and with mice it’s true
It could not possibly foretell what cobras like to do.
So she lured him deeper, with a shadow of a kiss
“Sweet heavens” sighed the mouse “True love is this!”
As he crept closer, another cobra did loom near
Deceitful little snake, didn't want a chance to disappear
“Au revoir, mon amour” she cried out in some joy
Tucked away in her mind was yet another ploy
She had the little mouse, held safely in a trap
Manipulative demonness lay her head for a nap
The little mouse is still bound by chains of affection
Blindness has a habit of hiding imperfections
So if you’re man and you do declare “I am in love!”
Just remember any lust, can be so with a shove
It was man who was caught and turned into mice
Only female has the skill to hook him almost thrice
So little mouse do be wary of females with intentions
They’ll only catch you if you fall for seductive inventions

Frailty Thy Name Be Hamlet

Come little muse whisper in my black thoughts
Sing of Hamlet’s steel tipped tongue, Lo vengeance
Be what my pierced heart doth seek in death’s arms
How dare he slick his tongue with honey’d barbs
When he intends to bite with no remorse!
Does he pretend I enjoy the abuse?
Heaven repels thee for the darkest sin
Thou was lost to a man’s mentality
Woe to be witness to indiscretion
Of thoughts and acts impure to nature’s taste!
His crawling flesh should be scalded with shame
To be the soul heir to such guilt. Alas
My love, hell’s deep inferno burns too cold
To match the malice ye hath caused of late
Suicide may be my last voice to you
So I say nevermore shall I be used
To satisfy such petty schemes, my love
To you the world, Goodbye … in hell we meet