He treated her like rice pudding.
Filled up his bowl with her
Took a nice spoon-filled bite
As he took that piece away
Decided he didn't like it.
She was thrown in the trash
Without a doubt
Tried to conceal what he did
Thought no one was looking
But little did he know
One didn't have to look to find the
now -seemingly perfect pudding-
Her story would get out, just the way
it was
And he would feel the stare of
millions when no one was around