KATHERINE
NORLAND
A Hint of Disapproval
She started walking quicker, but it
was too difficult to swallow;
That man, what does he want? She ran so there’s no way that he could
follow.
He’s keeping up her pace, a hint of disapproval
on her face.
At least that’s what he thought the
look was, until she pulled out the mace.
She yelled, “Now step away, you
wretched man; you will not mess with me!
I’m trained in Lua self-defense! You
watch; I’ll drive you to your knees!”
She sprayed him in the face, did
several moves and had him by throat;
She shook her head and said, “Can’t
trust a man in an Armani coat?”
Before she left she gave the
swiftest kick to where the sun don’t shine;
She said, “There, that should teach
you, filthy man, to stop committing crime!”
She then exhaled at ease, appeased
and pleased by how she seized the sleaze;
When
he could speak, held out his hand and said, “Miss, you forgot your keys.”
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