Miss C, aka Ms Hell, is the victim of slander and bad poetry!
A library patron wrote an odious ode to Miss C. It is slanderous and libelous. Miss C is nothing like the woman portrayed in the poem, nothing whatsoever. Miss C, as everyone knows is sweet and kind!
A bookworm of substance, not entirely by design.
Hidden away in obscurity, this woman's top of the line.
Her attitude towards men is to take or leave them as well.
So fine, she's devine, this woman called Ms Hell.
I have her number, yet when I call she's not around.
I don't think she dislikes me, or tries not to be found.
This is just her style, mysteriously exciting.
Not bogus or unreal, yet all the time fighting
People who wish to experience her affection, until
they realize it's all a deception.
Her flowing red hair sits neatly on her head.
Attracting all the fellows who go crazy seeing red.
She entices then withdraws, this tactic cannot fail.
You look then you're hooked by the power of Ms Hell.
Now the time has come to tell her how you feel.
She looks at you suspiciously with eyes as cold as steel.
You ask for a chance to show you are sincere.
You try to show you're brave, that you will perservere.
Looking for the worse, yet hoping for the best.
She gives every indication that you have failed the test.
You walk away confused, unable to make the sell.
Another fool who learned the rule, don't fall under Ms Hell's spell.
Miss C likes the part about her hair sitting neatly on her head, because it sounds funny, and the part about her eyes being as cold as steel. All the rest is lies.