Isabelle, she came in swell,

Came in well (but looked like hell!)
Had a bad case of jet lag
Looking a bit of a hag
Her flight lasted eighteen hours
(Thank God she's no kin of ours!)

Her voice was strident and coarse
(She smelled like an old draught-horse!)
All in all I am quite sure
She could not be called "demure"
(Why does she smell like manure?)

Very well that's Isabelle
(She of the distinctive smell)
Out she goes again (oh well)!

I guess you've said it in a shell!

Best regards [and kind thoughts to all those affected by power cuts and other nasty problems]!

What the heck,
One more round?
What if Isabelle was
to be unbound?

Unbind the skin
set deep with sin,
Unravel the stench of
Her wretched sweat,

Peel the layers of dirt,
Unburden her shirt
of the back yard work
of the world!

How she shines!

Ametheyst eyes,
Pitching light from the skies,
Her gardenia blossms,
Kissing her ears.

How she shines,
When we smile at her,

Our lips parting gentle showers,
lifting the soil of arduous hours.

Shine Isabelle shine!