Love spinning into stralia town

Into stralia town!

Where women, submissive to men, grind each other to the ground!

But I stand proud

Don’t like me standing up for myself, and loud?

So now I’m mad?

They just couldn’t do it themselves, and know it

Jealous, is it?

Again?

I love you g

And g, I don’t have to mention my poetry aims to reflect your beauty

And well, my own beauty, let’s face it, I’m stunning

And g made me proud

That’s partly why I write this, in a seashell whisper, to a spider

Well I would go mad, if you wanted me to

Find here my love

But you keep running round, a chimera sound, gossip

Love spinning, saith it proud

In stralia town, where the next rumours sure to be found