The Story of a Girl

There once was a girl
Who's name I won't tell
Caus this is the internet,
and you can't do that, ya kno

She decided she was sad
Tho she looked quite glad
And wrote poems that were a tad, actually, really bad
Figuratively and literally

Then there was this other girl
Who's name I won't tell
Caus this is still the internet, ya kno

She thought these poems were quite bad
She said never again
I'll write short stories instead.
That just happen to, ya kno, rhyme.

Although maybe you're sad, she said
And want to write about things that are bad, she said
We can't understand them, ya kno, she said

I can see how maybe life changes, ya kno
And that we all get pretty down
It doesn't mean that all of a sudden we all should start writing poems

This is why I no longer try
To join the rest and make poems.
I'll make short stories, thank you very much
that just happen to rhyme.

So said the girl
Whose name we won't tell
Because yes, you know, this is the internet
And you know you're not supposed to do that