Playing doctor and nurse
on a surgery couch
that is imaginery,
no cries of "Ouch"
escape from our lips,
under a thumb-pressure analysis?
Thought, word and deed
were the actions that would lead
you. See, girl, where they've led.
See the cruel-seeds you've shed.
The flowering of your thoughts indeed
like nightshade have left me dead.
Ah you'll bloom in your spring,
but dark-winter shall be your withering !
She'd been lost among the minions
of the Hellcats at St. Trinian's
or a school like it I am sure.
The girl has found her wicked way
into the adulthood of today;
adulthood of the sexually-mature.
Tigers don't change their stripes;
leopards don't change their spots;
Hellcats don't change their lives,
they're full of evil plans and plots !