Armor Against Glamour

Against her conquering glamour I wear my steely armor, Self also defending against rich humor With a face of Cancerous Tumor While my pals she shakes with a tremor That hardly spares a good femur Like The Kingfisher did and I fell for Seymour And till today for the story clamor! Yet, my eyes sometimes flash The Glints In Endlessly Reckless Yours Their messages in a hard print. A seductress exploits their flaws For imprisoning a guy in her baiting arms Or spinning round his misbehaving palms … Either way to not go in his favor Nor same showcase as True Endeavor.