Whose brain is a seething bacillary
For the breeding of bugs,
Which resist all known drugs,
To make toxic rhetorical artillery.
Once battled the mighty pol Hilla,.
The gorilla fought well,
But fell prey to the smell
From the pol's highly partisan axilla.
Cast aside, nearly died, 'cause we spurned 'er .
But a smouldering fire,
The ilk of a pyre,
She'll burn for anyone who'll churn 'er.