There was something weird,
The curves on voluptuous behind,
A behind trapped in a tight red dress,
There was something hideous,
Devilish in some attractive way,
About the way she smiled
She appeared a story,
With a thousand plot lines
None ever advancing the story
She had a thousand plans,
Yet sat her bum lazily,
Her mind rapidly churning plans
She is attractively unattractive,
There is something about her person,
That spells ‘she is a devil incarnate’
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