she'd oft stab her
so called friends in the back
they knew not of such a
malevolent form of attack

face to face she'd
be so pleasantly affable
yet when they'd present a
spine she'd turn unamiable

pity they who entrusted
their inner secrets to her ear
around social circles she'd
spill all that she did hear

her knife was ever
primed for blade action
and she never thought of its
ill considered impaction

we've all known
a lady of this ilk
one who'd skewer
our blouse's silk