She sold her pride
(Ballade deÕ lÕHuma)
Òshe sold her
pride
for a chocolate cakeÓ
was cut to pieces
put on a plate
divided up
and consumed
it wasnt really as painful
as she'd assumed
now there are only crumbs left
on the plate
she cant help but feel melancholic
but it's too late
this aint depressing
this is fun
got the poem completed
and now she is done