That Girl…

There was a girl who wanted to be pretty

so she wore a dress that made her look so

She danced, pranced, flitted and got all flirty

it became an addiction she could no let go

The dress fused with her fickle soul, imbued with shallow thoughts

that when she tried to take it off, it wouldn’t budge, she became distraught.

Pretty as she thought she was, the games she played has gone and passed

Now try she may to change her ways

Her soul had rotted, her reputation decayed.

Prettily she sat all alone with her mess

With nothing left but misery and her now filthy dress

To fools whose vanity borders on insanity

Take caution with how you play your game

For if your conceit exceeds propriety

You’ll pay ten-fold for the hearts you’ve maimed…