When the perennial ruination of the Vixen's extent is bound,
And She finds certitude in crabwise sound,
Sworn declaration and a bed of roses,
But only if She can put aside her hauteur and descry knavish poses.
Thou heinous Outrage must come to terms with his yesteryears spent,
Great Tyrrany and encumbered calamity well kent,
But impending fate has proposed,
Thou shall not take in lover's throws