Prissy Fickle Fiend

A woman I know is very fickle. She smiles at the cameras and she smiles at the bat mobile.   I miss her happy grin however.  She might have put it away for good.  Her first name is Prissy and she likes to smile at the birds when they lay eggs on the Fourth of July.  I didn't like the conversations we had very much but I did enjoy doing some of the talking.  I must say she is very maternal and she likes to slice a good watermelon up.  She also eats tuna fish on the half sandwich.  She likes to watch basketball games and shout "Go Mets".  I thought she was funny at one time, but every now and then when I take out my toy robot, she acts like the world is coming to an end and I have to leave her and hide my toy robot or else she might break it apart and sell it for firewood to heat the doormat on her bathroom floor.  I miss my fickle friend sometimes, but I must really say that Prissy Fickle Fiend was really funny to see prepare baby carriages for the walk across the Palo Alto Highway.  It was not fun to be around her some of the time and she just wanted to close the door on my broken radiator that sung the blues.  It was really a funny radiator, but she hated every ounce of it because it just did not give off as much heat.  If it didn't make Prissy warm, she had to kill its entire memory.  So dear Prissy Fickle Fiend. I am on to you for sure. But don't ask me to hold your hand when you cross that Palo Alto Highway.  I'm going to do my taxes instead.   Bye Bye.  Thanks.