Vengeful Pansy

A pansy, he called her, that iron woman,
as though she were nothing but a stem
to trample on.

A pansy he said! Pansy, indeed.
She would show him pansy
and everything that could mean.

She would cry and plead,
appeal and concede,
she would bend and break,
show him false need.
Then like a stolen Ferrari
running out of the gate,
she would leave him crawling
on his knees.

Then who would cry and plead,
who should appeal and bleed?
He would bend and break,
and end in great need.

After all was complete,
she would flick back her black hair
and proudly say,
"This little pansy just ruined your day."