Whoa, Sienna! What a mess!
(I know the 80's made your dress,)
But, just because I said the truth,
Does not mean you can stalk, stalk, sleuth.
At my door, with a belt, you say?
To hang me upside down, no way!
Do you think I'll allow this treason?
Please, dear, dress right for the season.
Touch me with that belt, you whack,
And I'll show you a proper smack,
And if you turn me wrong way up,
Oh, dear Sienna, wish you luck.
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