Hell hath not Opal Pie burning a dog with a 1920’s style “Death Ray.”
Hell hath no fury like a woman’s corns. ( The Podiatrist’s version.)
Hell hath no berries like a blackberry’s thorns.
Hell hath no dairies like a Wisconsin morn.
Hell hath no fairies like the son of Arathorn!
Hell hath no tiresome twiddly harps. 
But, alas, neither hath it chocolate.
Hell hath no wool - all the sheep are shorn.
Very cute! 
I have always like the version in the movie Mallrats:
“Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn for Sega” -Jason Lee (Brody)
So far Chefguy gets the most points.
Hell hath no Power Ballad like Every Rose has it’s Thorn
Hell hath no tootin’ like Boromir’s horn.
Hell hath no forest like unto Fangorn.
Hell hath no leaf like unto mallorn.
Hell has no fury when the women gone.
Hell hath no drowningly loud sound like a loud fog horn!
Hell hath no roosters like Foghorn Leghorn.
uh, Hell has no fury with the women gone.
Oops
I assumed he was saying that the phrase is “…'s scorn” not “… scorned” which is a common misquotation. I’ve heard this both ways round, and don’t know which is true - they both make sense 
Hell hath no fury like a toddler bored.
Hell hath no fizz like a soda poured.
Hell hath no fury like Sampson shorn.
Hell hath no glitter like mountain’s ore.
Hell hath no sweetness like Cadbury’s core.
Hell hath no lanolin like lamb’s wool shorn.
Hell hath no fur pie like lesbian porn.
I’m sorry I wrote “fur pie”, I really shouldn’t have.
Hell hath no Ho-Hos.
Hell Needs Ho-Hos! is probably the finest potential band name I’ve ever heard.
Hell hath no fury like Lena Horne.