What makes the scoundrel hide his face in shame–
Run and hide, his tail so firmly tucked?
Reminders of his better nature
Or perhaps a devil worse than he?
However he might ridicule, detract, seek to evade
He can’t hide forever, nor even find release.
The leash is simply long enough to serve
Amusement from a distant source.
“Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.” ~William Congreve