Brilliant poem.

Who would have thought Mr Bentbrush, could be to much, and have a body shaped like a toothbrush.
And who would have thought Miss Suffragette,
would suffocate, and out right reject his creepy intentions, to prevent listening to his babbling mentions.
To hear another word, she would no doubt purge,
and mentally be tainted by his scourge, and find herself
ruminating on boredoms curse.