It was just as we left and were saying good bye
with a perfunctory wave and a wink of her eye.
We knew right then we would never see her again
and that kind of outlook is the best kind there’s been.
She is snide like a child, rude like some sort of brat
Some call her a thief, what do you think about that?
The things that she does during her days and her nights
you’d be smart just to bid her farewell ‘fore she bites
The time that you spend with her is truly a waste
But it is good thing to learn as you got a small taste.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry