A quick poem about an old, spoiled Countess, written for English class |
The Countess Once, a long time ago, Lived an old Countess And in her large old abode She was filled with discontent-ness Such a spoiled girl was she And it stuck with her all her years That no one could bear to see Her taunts, demands and leers. Only the kind old Count Who selflessly did care for her old frown and scowl but no more is he there Some say his early parting Was due to her ghastly ways Others claim it was his darting About, in attempt to earn her praise Reason, however, is useless since he has already past along And the old, ‘mourning’, Countess Hardly noticed he was gone Still, despite age, she lingered In her old mansion on the hill Wrapping old, spoiled fingers Around her late husband’s will All the Servants, and the maids Marveled at her diligent perseverance; whereas ones life usually fades She went on forever, in a sense Or would have, quite possibly, Had not her spoiled attitude Persuaded one man into culpability And by his hands, she was removed So remember this important lesson Never bare poor countenance Lest you’re fine fortune should lessen Just like the old spoiled Countess. |