She had a little cell that
liked to play in hell
no matter how she tried
the sicko wouldn't be denied

So all the other cells were
in a state of confusion
for she couldn't restrain their
sister cells delusion, nor could
she rightly explain, this cells
manipulation of her brain

So she engaged in a Jekyll /Hyde
existence, at this one cells
insistance, and she couldn't defend
her actions to friends

It turned her life into a vignette
of a good and evil duet, which had
all her cells in a state of scream
that put her in a world of dream

So,  is it any wonder that this
mad coquette, decided to become
a  wannabe poet!  (like me heehee;-))

etw