Her Butt Slammed Shut

Solemn wishes be disavowed
like the sweat, upon my brow
and time not found for me to weep
the loss and pain, my soul to keep

A promise in tenure, a promise I've kept
yet with a heavy heart is how I slept
tonight, a blanket and a hollow adieu
for thoughts are what warm my poor Scootaloo

By: AnondulusianBrony