Of course our naughty earthling could not keep
long secret the vial of sentiment
so to the surprise of no entity
when the queen of all the wolverines read
– rather heard what the nervous courier
reported (she of the pantheon school
that said reading was for lazy people)
– so basically, when she understood
a minion dared to entertain thoughts
independently and dared to venture
beyond borders long ago fixed as strict,
well such an insubordinate action
could not at all be allowed to flower
since none but the queen was worthy to soak
much less take a deep seat, languidly sup,
so much as half a shaft of a sunbeam,
she had no choice but to enact contact
with a typhoon who owed her a favor.