The other day while wading through Kalahari
I met Mother Teresa and Madam Mata Hari
One sweet lady and the other deadly
I asked 'Hello girls, how do you do?'
Mother said, 'Bless you son'
Madam said 'I better kill you'
I love them both so couldn't say no
Mother embraced me within her glow
Madam put an arrow to her bow
Being a warrior of peace
I told Mother to walk with the breeze
And to oil her bow I gave Madam some grease
So Mother ambled spreading love and joy
I tumbled behind like a lost boy
Madam would have nothing of this decoy
Following one and pursued by another
Two beautiful ladies asunder
I wished being a better runner
And then my dream ended
Upon this earth I again landed
Bruised and a bit jaded
Two beautiful women with hearts of gold
Kind Mother and Madam bold
My soul to them both sold
The above utterly ridiculous lines are a no-holds-barred impromptu take on two very dear friends, I have recently met. I respect, admire and love them both and for some reasons do believe them to be the above reincarnations.