Felicity Flirt Poem by Shaun Cronick

Look out boys for here I come,
A man-eater that's second to none.
My reputation of dishing the dirt,
All men are toys for Felicity Flirt.

Vamp or tramp just take your pick,
Wearing my corrupting red lipstick.
Nefarious or notorious simply choose,
Pure sex appeal I seductively ooze.

A night out with me can spell your doom,
Respect in tatters by the following noon.
All Sunday papers have a field day,
My kiss and tell is the price you pay.

An angels face but a heart of the devil,
Two of my attributes in which I revel.
All men are social putty in my hands,
At my beck and call and wanton demands.

Celebrity sex scandals are linked to me,
Your shameful infamy for making whoopee.
I'm a marriage wreaker and home breaker,
Life's true gold digger and money-taker.

When will men learn to stay their lust,
I'm the last woman they should entrust.
Dressed to kill in my short mini skirt,
What easy man prey awaits Felicity Flirt...