She danced ‘til dawn around the blaze
the ****** cauldron’s steamy haze
disguised her proud and preening stance
her wicked leer, her lustful glance

She coveted her Master’s love
yet he ignored her from above
and so below she envied those
who writhed in their ecstatic throes

So angrily she swore and cursed
her fellow beings, for being worse
than gluttons drowning in their broth
until at last she slept from sloth