As a willow wisps in a breeze uncertain
As it rudely pushes and pulls at a curtain
Of air in the house of the outdoors
She’s a temper more senseless than wars

Our miss has got reasons to pain
Causes that will dampen the rain
Disasters her constant alias
They burn hope like tissue in pyres

Good fortune to her is unknown
Her best friends her dumb and mute phone
And so I really don’t believe myself mistaken
In assuming that her smile’s painstaking

Lead lady of teary tale, Ophelia!
Twin in pain and tragedy to Miss Miserabelia.