Sis Precious, bought a mighty house at thirty and Eight
She was unmarried so it triggered apparent Hate
Loose tongues began to Wag
They gave her the usual sloth Tag
"She couldn't have gotten a mansion by herself
Some even said she was helped by a powerful Elf
One of those leading the nation to the gallow
Some good few however weren't that shallow
They hadn't forgotten quickly
Her early mornings and Nightly
Hustles - when she worked tirelessly
For the money that came immensely.
They said she catapulted her conjugality into limbo
And she might never find a Hero
Like if they were in her shoes
They would rather wait for a man that wasn't forthcoming
Than harvest their childhood dreams.