There was once a pretty girl, a girl so pretty.
To her, she had entire books of poems dedicated.
Wrote some of her rosy cheeks, while of her silky hair some.
And showered day and night with gifts was she.
Some brought her flowers, some shiny earrings
And yet others tried to win her over with plain ol' chivalry.
Not only pretty, but infinitely nice was she
And not one left in disappointment, only glee.
It came not as a shock to many but her
As the doctor sighed and twirled his hair
Finally he turned and said to her..
Well, that's it, You've got herpes.
Instead of the shock and grief he expected to eclipse her face
A blank stare and nonchalance found he.
What a brave girl, thought he to himself
Till she parted her lips and said..
Oh, do i have to take shots to get rid of that? How does that happen?
Facepalmed the doctor himself, before he sent her home with all the right answers.
Slowly the number of admirers dwindling watched she
As the disease spread without concern or mercy.
And once the last of them was gone, she feared
That not much about the world knew, did she.
So used to the vile gifts had grown the pretty girl
That forgotten to become smart and fend for herself had she.
But, she thought to herself, let me make myself some tea.
After all, how hard could it be?
And so it happened that an hour later, the neighbours heard a shattering blast.
As, fidgeting with the gas cylinder, the pretty girl was gone at last.
p.s. Herpes is not the end of the world. Do check these folks to make yourself feel better.