Leslie Ann’s patience was running quite thin, all
Her efforts to snare Jonathan were proving in vain.
She aced all her tests in his chemistry class, and
All she had to show was a heart full with pain.

Then it happened quite late in the lab one night;
Thomas avowed to Leslie Ann his eternal devotion.
She sighed, looked off into space before declaring,
“Why don’t you concoct  a don’t love Leslie Ann potion?”

Her cruel words hurt Thomas James to his core,
So for spite he told her of Jonathan’s despair.
So absorbed with herself, she’d never fathomed;
There could be trouble in the Dewar’s perfect lair.

All his life, Thomas knew all the Dewar family
And toyed with the idea of calling Mary Ann.
He had believed if he kept Leslie Ann’s secret,
She’d realize it was he, who was her ideal man.

Leslie Ann beamed, believing she’d found a weapon,
To rein Jonathan into her bed, maybe into her heart.
The possibility of love was alien; she mused for days,
The wisdom of allowing such a relationship to start.

As always, Leslie Ann could never deny her whims,
So stalking Jonathan became her daily quest.
She located him in the park one eve near a grove,
And during wordplay, she hoped to make a conquest.

Now Jonathan was aware of Leslie Ann’s intent,
So he sighed rather long, and asked her to sit.
He was surprised; the vixen only talked about class,
And before lunch was over, he thought her a wit.

Smiling to herself, Leslie Ann knew she’d scored,
But the matter of Thomas threatened her escapade.
She was now in the top five in her chemistry class,
And thought it was about time to end the charade.

Several days later, she pondered her next move,
Of bailing Jonathan out of his financial distress.
Snow-white teeth, vast chest, and muscular thighs,
Tormented her dreams, causing her physical unrest.