Unexpectedly she spewed hot fresh blood in the middle of the feud
She was appalled at her vision that was astoundingly askewed
She danced in circles; her rapture of great magnitude
Away she fanned away, the crowd, they booed
Towards the rotting brain of the toads, the flies with great discipline queued
She was alarmingly exquisite, not anything like the brood
Her master was by this evidence, indeed very shrewd
No one in her mind resided, none dared to intrude
An unquenchable hunger lingered in her for something that could be food
Unrequited are her desires, she can't help but be in such a dramatic mood
She stops her nimble feet as she announces the interlude
Cowering low she looks incredibly fragile now, dude
Her eyes give away her pain, there's no one there to have her soothed
She then scowls and all in a mighty fright were shoo-ed
Bounds herself in a ball rocking self, looking one, so well glued
Then she passes into the void, poor little Jude
Whispers goodbye to the world, unclaimed and never wooed
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