Moaning Myrtle
By: PenDiva
Dingy white tiles on the floor and the wall,
Never make for good company at all.
But into the girl's bathroom Myrtle did enter,
To escape the teases of her schoolmate tormenter.
Someone else came into the bathroom that day,
So she looked out of her stall and said, "Go away!"
Not one final cry did the little girl make,
As she stared into the eyes of the great killer snake.
Now her acne prone face is paler than most,
As young Moaning Myrtle floats around as a ghost.
Not even in death can she escape from her fate,
Of loneliness and wandering in a pitiful state.
Myrtle delights in the joy toilet haunting brings,
While the plumbing falls victim to her frequent mood swings.
Blatantly disregarded and inevitably forgotten,
One never has to wonder how her mood got so rotten.
So moaning to herself is all Myrtle can do,
When faced with the fact that this one thing is true;
Dingy white tiles on the floor and the wall,
Never make for good company at all.