Her name was Mary-Rose.
Her smile was always a delight,
And she always had a striking pose.
She was more than alright.
Everyone saw her as a delicate flower,
Some even envied her perfection.
Some were scared of her power.
Everyone was her protection.
Adored and loved by friends and enemies,
No one thought she had a flaw.
She was every young mans remedy.
And she was well mannered from what anyone saw.
But when Mary-Rose came home everynight,
She put two sugars in her cup of tea.
And she put up a strong fight...
against H.I.V
