Your future Miss Bella is this:
At the airport you're met with a hiss
or a buzz of alarm
from those plates in your arm.
(No more skydiving ma'am, I insist.)
Where Miss Snark vented her wrath on the hapless world of writers and crushed them to sand beneath her T.Rexual heels of stiletto snark. The blog is dark--no further updates after 5/20/2007.