You were so excited when you
Bought her at the shop
Not knowing in three months
That you’d sob
Not because you wasted your money
But because you once called her honey
Until the day
When she snatched your child’s beauty
Away.
When she bit her face
And messed up her grace
When you decided to leave them alone
But now it’s too late
To have determined your fate
And to prevent your hate for your four lagged friend
Or at least your old friend
Named Grace.
-Cameron D
