One thing about Fran was she was fickle
Would turn on the charm and then let it trickle
Like the sticky syrup of a melting popsicle
She’d promise you millions, then give you a nickel
Oh, forget about her, let’s go get a pickle
That nonsense was written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – fickle
… and I believe I said last night there is ALWAYS a song. How about this one?