As old as she was, she could still stand
Not many would ask, "do you want a hand?"
Still I promise, though I do try
She still stands there, willing to defy
She isn't as grumpy as you might think
Though the things she would say, could make your heart sink
But why tell us this? You might apprehend
This is because, I'm her only friend
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
As old as she was, she could still stand
Not many would ask, "do you want a hand?"
Still I promise, though I do try
She still stands there, willing to defy
She isn't as grumpy as you might think
Though the things she would say, could make your heart sink
But why tell us this? You might apprehend
This is because, I'm her only friend
Disclaimer: The poem belongs to bluefirewolffie on devaintart. I own nothing.
