Ms Vesuvius
She's running hot again, scorching hot, my friend ...
unstable, volcanic temper ready to blow
Her angry face burns with a cherry-red glow
Something someone said has gotten under her skin
Emotional lava is erupting into the air,
smoking invectives heats the uneasy atmosphere
When Ms. Vesuvius rages, it's best to steer clear
Even better yet, it's best to be elsewhere
You don't wanna be around when she blows her top,
will bring the whole house burning down on you
Burn you to a crisp is what her fierce anger will do
No cool, calm words will make that raging fire go out
Ms. Vesuvius carries a blazing torch of a tongue,
I suggest keep her spirit mellow, if you are wise
Any untoward words keep to yourself, I advise
Her anger is so destructive once the cap is sprung
Flee quickly everyone when that lava temper starts flowing,
don't get caught in the presence of her meltdown
If you value your life, head swiftly to safer ground
Woe to those who ignore the signs of Ms. Vesuvius blowing
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