There was once a girl I knew very well,

she had such a pretty face, that her pride did swell.

She had a beautiful face, and a smile to love,

and we told her the gift was endowed from above.

But she smirked, shook her head, and denied his glory,

and that girl did not wake up one morning.

We cried and mourned our pretty, arrogant girl,

after all, what a short time she had experienced this world.

I must say it goes to show, that if you have a gift;

thank God, dodge your grave, jump the ditch.

A/N: I don't know why but all my poems are rhyming lately. This is one of those that just take on a mind of their own when you're writing them.