With the killer instinct of a lioness
The viciousness of a tiggeress
A hellacious temper borderless
Her lurch at him ruthless
Disremembering she knows him to a core
All his filth she bore
He let open to her a venting galore
And venomously into him she tore
Acquiring a momentous tabloids-queen's role
She dug him a monstrous hole
Branded him an obnoxious dhole
Strung his mug on a pole
Wind whipped his face flayed
Taunting masses at him brayed
His shrinking universe all grayed
He wished he had never strayed
The world stands to judge
In condemnation they all merge
Unwarranted rebuke they splurge
At his grave they dance to a dirge.
Nanu
