Dawn the Stalker, Part 1

There once was an old hag named Dawn Over a married man online she would fawn Though she fancied him often They had nothing in common And her comments made him wan When he politely turned her down She sat, with an acid frown But there is more to this picture You see, Dawn was a spinster And her schizophrenia was akin to a loaded round She fancied herself a prophet of God The scientist she was pursuing was hardly awed He lived it up online with his friends But her stalking behavior with others should portend His sense of security would soon be trod Dawn had a penchant for delusion ("Don't all 'prophets'", suggested the atheist's conclusion!) And as her warped mind played its tricks It conjured up a scenario so sick And none could distract her from her intrusion She stalked him, day and night Posting threats and his address online She decided he was pretending to be other people And her invective turned so lethal That some she accused of being him were in quite a fright As months became consumed with her obsession Her poor husband and daughter lived in depression She got fatter and fatter And his friends' comments on these matters Accelerated her ego's aggression She threatened him with scripture And cut the head off of a belly dancer's picture But he remained unimpressed Happily married, he stressed! But on her rotten mind, he was still a fixture