A poem dedicated to all those strong women who have dealt with an evil, backstabbing friend.
Your cyanide cupcakes look awfully sweet,
but I’m not deceived by your poisonous treats.
Your arsenic doughnuts look mighty delish,
but I’m not a woman who has a death wish.
Your hemlock apple pie looks downright tasty,
but I’ll not give in to your toxic pastry.
Your nightshade fudge cookies look oh-so-divine,
but unless it’s bullshit-free I must decline.
Your castor bean ice cream looks fit for a queen,
but I’m on a diet and want to get lean.
Let them lust after your deceitful desserts,
but I’ll not be tricked by those treats that will hurt.
Pretty on the outside but nasty within,
you and your goodies are dipped in deadly sin.
Just like Hansel and Gretel’s fairytale witch,
looks are deceiving, you sugar-coated bitch.