By: deVinePoet
Her fancy heels were polished
Her dress was pressed just
right
She waited for the limo
She expected on eviction night
Her
eyes were getting blurry
From the diet of PB&J
She’d told her story to
Julie
Had nothing left to say
It was then she saw it
Out of place
without it’s golf
She stared until her eyes bugged out
Then she got pissed
off!
The fringe on the top of it
Added nothing to its style
A golf
cart is a golf cart
From ten feet or a mile
They told her this was the
ride
She’d take to her next abode
She climbed in daintily
Went off down
the studio road
And there it stood alone
In the middle of a parking
space
A double wide house trailer
Dana’s smile froze on her
face
She started to swear a lot
Called Arnold every evil name
then
she realized she wasted
Four years of her life on this game
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