There once was a girl named Jammie,
Whose eyes shone like golden tinselette,
A smile so bright, it could light up a room,
And a personality as sparkly as diamonds in the noon
But that shine slowly faded away with each passing year
Her purity, her gears, all turning in circles rounded and round
With each passing day, it seemed to fey
The idea of a child once so pure and bright
One that was such a delight
Turn out to be some cold
So bold
So rude and in a mood.
How does one make a shift so incredulously quick?
