Cunning Poetess! Poem by northern wind

After taking of the ground
she is on the tree, though she
is fed on my blood but sleeps
with the enemy, big value words
always on a small mouth but make
alliance with a thief how does she
misses the points and over looks
the sentiments? She writes poetry
so she must not be a fool, I see,
she is intoxicated with name fame
money, cool! ! Her philosophy is
: '' if you do not touches and teaches
other then you are a greater poetess ‘'
so I think she is nothing but a cunning
fox to whom you are all stupid and
I am an idiot box! !