Critterature: The Saga of Veronica Vole

This is the saga of Veronica Vole Who committed the perfect crime. She murdered three lovers, But not all at once, She did 'em in one at a time. The first was a lemur, A two-timing schemer, Who seduced all thirteen of her nieces. Every female enticed him, So she sliced him and diced him, Then stir-fried and ate all the pieces. The second, a lobster, Was also a mobster Who threatened her once with a putter. So she got him alone, Then boiled him well done, And had him for lunch with drawn butter. The third was a vulture, Devoid of all culture, Whose name, she remembers, was Vince. He was planning to eat her After he bet her, So she tased him in self-defense. In a big pot she tucked him, Then scalded and plucked him And served him "en casserole" To her fourth beau, a critter, Who'll make a good fritter, She thinks as she spoons out his food. 'cause though she doesn't tend To have good taste in men, She does tend to like men who taste good. Ms. Vole is not a siren or a femme fatale, The kind of dame who'd tell a guy to take a hike. At heart she is simply a sweet-natured gal Who never met a man she didn't like.