Well, it’s always the rage that makes me do a rhyming thing. So here’s a rhyming thing.
Upton’s Delight:
I do worry no one saw me
For the genius that I am.
When I DARVOd in the courtroom,
They were my sheep; I was the ram!
Yet I spoke my words so softly
Like a genteel little miss,
And only showed my anger
With the merest little hiss.
See, my Dundee ID was Dragon
All dressed up as tiny Beth.
And if the mask slipped in my anger
They would see my fiery breath.
Hey, it was worth it for the show, girls;
How I made you stand in fear;
Undressing to your panties
Every time that I came near
Yes, I saw some of you shaking,
And inhaled those who felt rage;
Savouring who felt “done to”
While I locked you in my cage.
I did note your forced submission
And I felt it in my loins.
And I pulled on my big girl pants
When you sought to hide your groins.
You played your parts so well for me
To help you pay your rent,
And feed your bawling children.
‘Tis true that nurses are well-meant.
“Behold, I’m he; your lady doctor!
(No, you cannot see my balls
Peeping out behind my panties!
If you can, suspension calls….”)
But, oh, I bent you to my will so well,
And made you call me “she”,
I so loved you say that 4 is 5
While I stood to lady-pee.
So thanks, girls, for the good times.
You can be sure that I’ll return,
And, if not me, then one of mine.
But for now, we must adjourn.