There was this girl,
Her life looked like a whirl.
She looked so glad,
but when she's alone she's sad.
She doesn't know why she has a life.
Her husband always calls her a horrid wife.
She was told she was fat,
She felt as if she were a mat,
Getting stepped on like a rug,
She might as well be a miniscule bug.

This woman had a son & daughter,
Her family always fought her, and fought her.
She told her friend,
"It's close to my end"
Her friend said, "stand tall!"
"Don't let them make you fall."
"You'll be an inspiration to us all"

She has many things to regret,
But this girl will never forget that you took the time,
To read this poem with a poor rhyme.



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