Done it! ( Now fool your daughter, Katherine.)

You’ve got your way, you’ve won your day
and much should you be pleased with.
You’ve spun your tale, chalked up the sale
and many have swallowed the myth.

You’ve beaten the game, used friends to so shame
without harlot’s banner unfurl.
You’ve trampled and lied, from no sin have you shied
nor spouted falsehood too lowly to twirl.

You certainly glow, carnal appetite show,
so tarty and nary a blush.
Old unhappy self, abseiled off some shelf
and down history’s toilet did flush

There’s no looking back, no indulgence to lack
and so hard at your network you’ll toil.
But sooner than later, she’ll cry that you hate her
and away from your lies will recoil.