Poem - Cruella de ville

You know
the drill,
watch out for
Cruella de ville.

Sooner or later
she's after your hide,
with a pair of handcuffs
supplied

Those lips you
wouldn't want
to smooch,
ah poor pooch.

Quick get out
of the pound,
cuz she's always
around.

Run and leap
over the fence,
when in her
presence.

Fast as a Greyhound
running down
the track,
and don't look back.

For once she gets
you in her claws,
she quickly
gnaws.

She's one hundred percent
carnivor,
gobbling you up
at the door.

It's pure soap opera
at the end of
the day,
but keep out of her way.