More ravoonery

[marnanel]

Well, no-one would know; I decided to risk it
and put out a hand to indulge in a biscuit,
but just as I reached for the last macaroon,
at once I was conscious of MRS RAVOON.

I run from the cops in my Cobra Mark Three,
For there's no commander more deadly than me.
Except for a captain from Diso's third moon:
She's smart, she's Elite, and she's MRS RAVOON.

I've grown quite despondent and mopey of late
and pondered philosophy, karma, and fate.
Are all of us one? And if so, then how soon
Before I get sucked into MRS RAVOON?

For just as a grape will decay to a raisin,
and just as a cranberry turns to a craisin,
and just as a plum will decay to a prune
I fear I'll wake up and be MRS RAVOON.

(previously)