A brat - I didn’t anticipate that.
Saving her from all the crimson lice
As Pushkin pounces from my mouth. And she is leaving me for what?
A fairly nice dice, I am. Here’s an advice:

If you knowingly slide to a wolf’s face,
Where deceiving him is the first book on your shelf
Don’t you think he will bouncingly yearn for your grace,
For will he only want you for your lascivious and animalistic self.