[i]Punch[/i]

They burrowed deep into her life,
like gremlins set on spreading strife,
her former friends were problem rife—
she cut them out with scathing knife.

Their wicked views were boldly aired,
until their tempers sharply flared,
and war 'twixt them was then declared—
she stood her ground with pride and stared.

Their bitter forums were seldom tread,
a site to rears one's ugly head,
yet someone lurked within their thread—
she drowned their hate in epic bread.

Their protests oft were poorly formed,
a clueless crowd most uninformed,
whose complexes were ill-performed—
then she with friends the rally stormed.

They hung their heads in scarred disgrace,
evicted from their plain-sight place,
when from her sleeve she played her ace—
she punched a Nazi in the face.