Bella Stander, Bella Stander,
met a tree that couldn’t stand her.
“Out of the way, you horse’s uterus!
It wasn’t my fault I’ve broken my humerus.”
The tree, a horse chestnut, considered it slander.
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.