Virtue was chased down the avenue,

Her garments billowing in the wind;

Soft ankles could be seen.

Her eyes reflected puzzled shock,

As hard she sought to cover

Her frightened face

With a veil.

Promiscuity was in tow

Wearing “the emperor’s new clothes“

As onlookers cheered on. 

Suddenly, he lunged at Virtue,

Caught her veil, but she escaped.

Now she’s suffering the trauma

Of nearly having been raped.

Virtue is in hiding.