Random Rhymes

F. Play

Forty fishy females saunter about in search of fine fat cat daddies on which to dine. 
Forced from their freedoms by fem fatales, raucous fury forms gaunt edges in their eyes.
Finally they figure death has struck, finishing what fecund girls had started.
Facsimile being the unfortunate fate of them all.
Fortune never smiles in fours.