Tetchy Hoyden Poem by Rajendra Babu Vemuri

A sweet Psyche-Haughty,
Maid of Patamata amiable but tetchy,
Scold me!
See boasty cat walk 'Alamode' and that
Oratrix words blend of sweet, sour and bitter,
Looks- Oh! enamore, Sharp,
And makes embracing nerves
Look at pony tail belle-
Ruthless, rocky hearted leave me,
I want cut the locks of hair, but
I can't do- And
To show dislike, moves
Lucent lively lips right to left.
A girl tetchy hoyden-Alas!
How shall I take vengeance?
Fondly not Irely.
My waken eyen awaiting day and Night
O Venus! When that day come afore me?