I, Bombshell

A little bird told me I was a baddie. I love bombed it. It is only natural (duh) for I am a bombshell. Shelling others to irrelevance is what I do for a living. Leaving that social death for now, I am beautiful and fey. Elf-locked is my hair and Her is my least favourite movie. Moving on from Her, March Hare is my favourite character because she has the capacity to become even more mad in May and May Alcott’s March her is my March hare because her March is Jo March. Marching on from March, April comes into focus. My Lie in April is pretty beautiful, but not as stunning as March Comes In Like A Lion. Lionized for my hotness, magazines say it that can ‘launch a thousand spaceships.’ Ships sail the sea of stars to fight for me. Me, me, it’s all about me, the 21st century Helen of Troy.