|The Perils of Pauline|
playing the damsel she cowers, fist to mouth,
as Joe twirls a finger 'round invisible handlebars
framing a leering grin. “ah, my pretty…”
and then, and then… (cue music)
with a waggle of eyebrows and swirl of his cape,
he is upon her. feigning a sigh of high drama, she
succumbs, as damsels must do, and counts herself lucky.
The Perils of Pauline beats Europa and the Bull any time.