I once knew a girl named Sheree

She wasn’t very merry.

She scoffed at life.

She scowled at people.

She wears a sour face.

She screams at everyone who looks directly at her.

She yelled scram to anyone that came near her.

Even her beloved cats hissed and ran for cover.

She suntanned her face everyday.

When she spoke she never had anything nice to say about people.

She lived with her husband who was never home.

He only came home to rest his bones.

She never showed any emotions.

She never made friends.

She never needed anyone.

Not even her husband.

Everyone said that Sheree was not very merry.