Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The Iron Maiden

She was a good ol' girl
Served her friends well
She never talked back, or shirked on her duties
Anytime she was needed, she was ready to go
A little warm up
A little prep and she would create the most perfect meals

But alas the cancer got her
It was the rust of her soul
Slowly, bit by bit, piece by piece she faded away
In the end she was nothing of her former glory
Such a waste
A life cut short
And though she may have come in with pomp
She went out to the dump.

Bye bye my grill.
The man strikes again.

1 comment:

Dodger of Sheep said...

It is painful to bear the passing of a dear companion...but I'm sure she wouldn't want to you grieve too much. Maybe you can meet somebody new.