Toxin Poem by Charles Hancock

She is nothing short of being mankind's toxin
Always to be approached with caution
Some view her as a chalice of elderberry wine
Spiked with arsenic, cyanide, and strychnine

With looks from the cover of a romance paperback
She is blessed with child bearing hips, a healthy rack
Fair skin, Angelina-Jolie-lips, bedroom eyes, and red hair
My heart is filled with desire, but my brain says beware

Her attire and Sophia-Loren-strut is mesmerizing
And maybe is the cause of my blood pressure rising
She is a real hellcat who can do much harm
All while using her Audrey-Hepburn-charm

Why didn't I fall for a blonde or a brunette
I'm afraid she'll be the death of me yet
No, I had to become obsessed with a ginger
And not just any vixen, this one can injure

So I'll take a crack at this Red Baroness
If I don't, I'll fade away to nothingness
For either I'll fail to kindle a flame
Or I'll secure bragging rights and much fame