Malicia McFee

Poor Malicia McFee
She drowned in bed, in solitary
A series of serious
Hot water bottle bursts
Caused Malicia to utter
A quite quiet silent curse
As a deluge of tepid water
Engulfed her in her sleep
She drowned quietly
Like an old ship
The rubber had proffered warmth
But no buoyancy
The quilt that had kept her safe
Now drowned her, beneath this tepid wave
Her lover had found her looking deflated
Although her lover, thought her much over-rated
He returned Malicia, to the town of her birth
Along with an unpaid invoice, that's all she was worth
In his letter of complaint he said
"Didn't think much of your Malicia, and now she's dead!"
He demanded a refund, the horrible old sod
But Malicias lot claimed 'it was an act of god
They paid him not one penny
So basically, he didn't get any
So instead, he planned his hols
As he'd had enough of Malicia, and other love dolls!
Her eyes of a blotchy smeary mottle
A simple love-doll shaped hot water bottle!

by Jemia