It's a piece of cake

Since I can't hold this back anymore,
I'll write it in an old
-and oftentimes told form-
for I am visibly torn.

Here comes the tale
of a saucy lady
whose uncharming ways
but slippery tongue
restrained some decent gentlemen!

Whence came the spell?
How was it even cast?

Your buttery bitter body
and utterly despicable wiggles
playfully enchant my prince
in ways no one quite sees.

It's not the best of dispositions to accept:
that he's never gonna be mine...
rather an eternal guest!

Still I wonder:
what is it
that she had
and I won't...
what is it
that she knows
I ignore?   ~