The only fault of sister Bel
Is that she sometimes makes life hell.
When flying in to London Town
Upon her face she wears a frown.
Why? You may ask and so might I-
To understand her rage I try.
Because it seems to deal
With my dear flatmate Janet Steel.
It seems that on Miss B's appearance
Poor Janet has to make a clearance.
Out! To where she doesn't care
Only that she isn't there.
If to these whims I don't comply
A deadly gleam from Bella's eye
Makes my life just not worth living
Until I simply have to give in.
But no I won't! I must hold forth
Against my tyrant sister's wrath,
And so with subtle argument
And keeping quiet while she gives vent
To fury at her contradictor,
In the end
I am the victor.