MMario -- your post crossed my own in the ether . . . Excellent addition to the Challenge!, I must say. Here's your Silver B.L.O.B. for a well-tied tale in this verse:

Knocked arse o'er teakettle, Mike lay in the forest
When up in the branches he suddenly spied
Teresa DeSilva a-living the rough life
With a wicked big hunger a-glint in her eye

-- Áine