Ode to Mad Meredith

Mad Meredith, the Pirate Queen,
She’ll cut your throat and eat your spleen.
She’s rougher than the worst of men,
A more feminine rogue there’s never been.

Mad Meredith, so slim and lean,
She’ll stop the fight so she can preen.
The worst of cads become her prey
For crossing her path on a bad hair day.

Mad Meredith, the Pirate Queen,
Can’t make her cook, can’t make her clean.
Her rapier wit is sharp and quick,
She’s one bad-ass butt-kicking chick.

Mad Meredith, with eyes so green,
And cleavage so deep it’s almost obscene.
That silk-clad form fools many a lord
And they find themselves at the end of her sword.

Mad Meredith, the Pirate Queen,
She’ll cut your throat and eat your spleen.
When she isn’t fixing you with her damnable glare,
She’s down below, washing her hair.

Inspired by a particularly interesting conversation with a co-worker – I just couldn’t resist. Please forgive the irreverence.

© Sarah Whiteley

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