A roe, a sawdust, an idle charm

She is a dying fire,

A hot ash who kissed off

Her self pity, her

Grueling groove, her

Rhetoric rhymes

A hart absorbed with action,

And adventure flicks,

Takes everything in even.

A darling deadwood

A pungent clicker,

A mustached chanteuse,

Who finds serendipity

In a most vignette area.

A scurvy with a whim,

Waiting for her ginger heyday.