When they were out,

she was in.

They used to shout,

and she clenching.

She was called,

an orthodox.

and they wearing suit,

with shiny boot.

Her repute was made,

as a gloomy shade.

But you never know,

when wind will blow.

As you sow,

so shall you reap.

She won't let go,

her sacrifices to seep!