That funny woman Isobe
She's fair and frail with hair that frays
Problems galore come our way
As long as she's here to stay

Maybe her face spells alienation
The way she speaks-pure abomination
Profanities are never used in moderation
Whenever her name is in mention

Now this woman Isobe
got me pissed and in a fix
Write a report now i must
To explain for her big mistake

Done with the report my brain is dead
Tried my best to cover up her deed
'Crucify her' the common sentiment
Will they grant her infernal punishment?

But to err is human, forgive divine
Isobe, i hope you have really tried
The world to harsh judgements incline
Patience, kindness they have died

My silly little rhyme it goes
Mocks the world and sings its woes
If you're just a tad too slow
From the rat race you must go

I wish you all the best Isobe
You can only hope for better days
Oh! I hear your name again
You must really be a bane:-
"A source of persistent annoyance or exasperation" - dictionary.com

Think i should just end my silly little rhyme
It's taking up too much of my time
But it was fun writing bout you
Funny woman Isobe