Love To Death Poem by Ima Ryma

An anaconda girl I be
Looking for love in Mister Right.
All the males are smaller than me,
So I must do my thing with lite.
Relationship is more than sex.
He will also be a good source
Of protein for me when he's ex.
I think down deep he knows, of course.
And so when the mating is done,
I strangle till he's out of breath.
Call it a fatal attraction.
I eat him up - love him to death.

And an eavesdropping human sees
Me do biz with my latest squeeze.