HOW ABOUT SOME MORE OLD RHYMES OF FIORELLAS ?

 Hope

   Hope is a snake that curls within my breast,

A sharp-tonged viper aimed against my heart,

A blood-cold serpent, most unwelcome guest

That strikes from time to time when I'm off-guard--

  Hope is a Scaramouche, a clever fool,

A honeyed braggart, slick, a worthless flirt,

A quack deceiver, lord of ridicule

Who gulls my brain when I an not alert--

   Hope is a misshaped bloom, a crooked tree

Which grows unbidden in my dismal yard,

The soft, sweet fruit of which will poison me 

If I desert my post, let down my guard--

  But do not slay it--let the villain be;

 For murder hope, and murder all of me--

           Essence of Fiorella

Nothing there is that is safe from me,

Nothing I hear or read or see--

I am a person of constant ideas, 

Usually in overflow,

A veritable Vesuvius of the brain--

Beware, take care--WATCH OUT BELOW!

 

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FIORELLA WANTS A FRIEND OR TWO!

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!