Who is the Dona they call Plum?

Posessing a smile like Mona Lisa,

She could be anywhere travelling

on her international visas,

or in her kitchen whipping up

a batch of dim sum,

Folks dare not bother her chums,

or they will end up in a quandry,

wondering where is the sun,

or part of a stew in her pantry,

The steward of an empire,

battling daily and putting out fires

of animosity,

A strong speaker, emphasizing

her points at high velocities,

A philanthropist, and supporter

of charities,

Sometimes, she gets to the point

by omitting little niceties,

But always a lady,

delicate and dainty,

with red, flaxen hair, she flitters

about the hemisphere, unaware

of her feminine wiles and no-nonsense

styles, while wading through the piles of

 baloney administered by males,

trying to be coy and phony,

A fruit she is not, and has no affinity

to people acting "dutty",

A mere look of the evil eye,

could render her critics fighting

to get out of the gully,

Red Coat Plum should be a national treasure,

born from fantasies, with one stroke of her

pen, she could make everything better.

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