This is what the thunder said:
"I gots dis shizits, you'll see!"
Never the world be so buried as with her sight.
Her handbag wasn't stained but already red,
Mai Tai in hand, after double-shots went way in pee,
Click clicking fast feet, restrained by skirt tight,
Her face now flushes dead
within the berries, white truly,
and the town agrees it's a merrier night