If you want to fish around for partner, don't horse about near my friend Kate. She isn't one you can cow to a corner while you tiger around seeking side-chicks to spider. She's not the cat for that monkey business. She doesn't ape slay queens and you can't badger her to bear grudges.
Confidence appeal dogs Kate's every step. It's what makes her tick. You'd never see her hawk her flesh for eagle eyes. Nor parrot the cliches of kids. She seldom bugs anyone and abhors leeches. And rats who can't keep a secret. And snakes who masquerade as friends.
Attempts to fox your way into Kate's heart will only seal your fate. Don't worm your way in, either. You will squirrel off, the weasel you are, when you encounter her whale of a lion heart. And if you ram in, she's the type that can hound you to the grave and beyond. Give you a taste of your own medicine for what is good for the goose is good for the gander.
So, should anyone egg you on to crane your neck in her direction and steer you into a relationship with her, except you're sincere, kangaroo away in the opposite direction.
Fly!
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