Asymmetrical Generation

That fellow’s crafty wife is always causing drama
Look in her scrapbook, she tried to paste a baboon.

The fortunate guild has yet to lose a member
To her mechanical awesomeness, her cortex of doom,
The death ray she made to kill a boar last year.

How absurd her affliction; what crooked hunter
Has gone berserker between fight and flight?

An academic question of entropy–her melody, so dense
And the passion of her kissing on Halloween.

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