Author's note: No Maneaters were harmed or killed during the production of this poem. Thank-you

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She is a poetess, a stalker and she lives in a den,
Her favorite prey is always Poetry Men.
For Poetry Men is her acquired taste,
She will eat them alive, body and soul, there is no waste.
She will steal them away from home and wife,
She will consume them and take their life.
She will blind them with her powerful love light,
Suck away their maleness, making them too weak to fight.
She will stroke their egos and ply with flattery,
Dull their senses with passionate poetry.
She will entice them with large breasts and swaying hips,
Then devour them with her full, red lips.
She will castrate them, keeping their balls for a prize,
She comes off soft and gentle, but that is a disguise.
Poetry Men at all cost avoid her ploy,
She will humiliate you, using you as a toy.
Poetry Men heed this warning, flee to the hills,
For if you stay, you will become a prisoner to her will.

Music: Maneater