INSPIRED (generated) FROM SPAMWORDS
THAT ARE NOT ABOUT VIAGRA.
TUE FEB. 10TH.

SHE WAS NO PUSSYCAT

The eloquent Lady Christina of Belgian ancestry,
a noteworthy horsewoman, loved the celerity
of the hunt.

A daredevil who enjoyed the accolades
of the knights of the court.

An enchantress, with fallow hair, and delicacy
of lush bosom, aroused the cupidity
of the Czar of Romania.

She was no pussycat.

Gossip and disapproval,
hushed whispers in the presence
of the Czar.

Documentation sited her abandon to ridicule,
and adverse crock, odium and gall
from the animosity of the court.

She received the blasphemy of the allegiant Aristotelian,
the deprave, and minus the acceptance of the forum.

She would herald the angel, Gabrielle for guidance,
for she was no pussycat.

An opulent emerald, crosscut, to infract the rays
of the atom, hexagonal in shape,
was messengered from Osiris.

To ward off the adverse army, that would send
her to the autumn of her demise.

Powers from the underworld,
unexplainable in nature, would defend her honor in the
force of enmity.

Cords of harmonic vibrations would facilitate her
ascension to the higher realms, of the poignant,
the dreamlike, and the ideal.

Onward to the hiatus of the Sisyphean inhibitor.