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