Tremendous alliteration
thrown twixt and tween the stanzas of this trickster.
A thankless two-bit maneuver to throw me off.
This thwarted typical male
tells me they're all t totally trippin'.
Tenderfoots traversing estrogen turf
with a tenuous toehold, toot their tuneless trumpets.
Their trashy tactics tell them they've tipped the scale in their favor.
Cheap talk tells true female terminator,
yep, they t totally trippin'.
It'll take 'em ten times two thousand tension filled days,
some serious soul searching, followed by fast furious free thinking
to eliminate the trepidation this too tough tootsie
shot to their tender nether regions.
Partners, go profusely powder private parts.
It'll absorb the sweat produced by my truly thorough tongue lashings.
If you're thinking it's your time to shine,
you got to be t totally trippin'.
Call the tabloids boys.
Try selling 'em the lies of your supposed imminent takeover.
Let them tabulate the tragedy of pens felled by "E's" tidal wave.
They'll televise how a Thumblina took you down.
A tiny tenacious tumbler of tin men turned the tables.
Their tremulous triumph?
Transient.
I took 'em not once, not twice but, thrice.
If they don't know what totalitarian means,
they still t totally trippin.
Cause I trespassed all over their top dawg's pages.
Turned his troops into trembling tongue-tied tramps.
I read as they threw out ten to twelve lines
of back patting, hand slapping hoorahs!
{home-team honey hilariously hoots, haaahaaa!}
Did they take time to check me NOT shaking.
Nope, they was busy t totally trippin'.
A massacre most def was mounted.
"T" babies got picked off.
Trapped and trussed they took torturous taut nerved falls.
I left behind a testicle or two.
Should've turned 'em into transsexuals.
Naaww, they'd want some of the mighty hormone.
I'm WOMAN therefore I am the real V.
I'm banishing these boys to the tow away zone.
Try to save 'em from t totally trippin'.
Mass Worderer taking top dollars for his tired tirade.
He masticated...haaahaaahaaa!
I regurgitated true Tabasco flavored trash.
Get a cool drink while I call a trauma code.
He gon need a tracheotomy
to breathe through the truth this nincompoop spits.
He knows I'm gonna sing a "Swan" song.
I'll do the dirty tango as I tiptoe through his two lips.
Y'all know I'm leaving him t totally trippin'.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
's Mandi
I celebrate getting introduced to your poetry. 
You are truly talented and have wonderful ways of saying what's in your mind. 
you flatter me! thanks for totally taking the time to take down titillating talk that I transfused into your temple, my tired and truthless