Ponytail’s Tale - mane’s bushy/ contemplating, should-she?
Travel the globe, shower in hotels, robe after robe.
Eyes sparkle, brighter than gold./ Treasure along this treasured road/
Meets the man of her dreams, makes him treasured goodies without a mold/
Wakes up to mild mannered memes, did he mock her when they were getting
wild in her dreams? How is that a question, it was her dream. She found out he was mean,
It was all over her Facebook stream.
Found out he left, she wept, her passenger pillow was a victim of theft.
In the end, she declared vengence of this pillow-theft/
still in the dark, displaying this silhouette/