She wandered through the garden fence,
And said, «I’ve brought a great expens-
Ive potion, guaranteed to bring
Relief from all your suffering.»
And though I said, «You don’t exist,»
She grasped me firmly by the wrist,
Threw me down upon my back,
And strapped me to a torture rack
And without further argument,
I found my mind was also bent
Upon a course so devious
It only made my torment worse
She said, «I see you cannot speak,
Is it your voice that is too weak?
Is it your tongue that is to blame?