Goodness, that woman is always so indecorous
she does not give a hoot about what people think
she pars with me in outrageous contentions
and her flippant disregard does match mine

She is a wild spirit of the high winds
one of goddess status that I call my kin
her might, well she never shows
but within her does pure light glow

Open with retrick to the ways and wrongs
this is Lady Jane's faux pas
she is not one of the fallen
for she sings in songs of truths

It matters not a jot to Lady Jane
for she is infectious to note arrietty
and her menial task
is to flick you back to reality

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris