Poetry by J: Naughty killed Happy

Little Miss Happy sat on a chair.
Her dress so pretty and ever so red.
Laces and tassels nothing to compare.
Guess like a maid ready to wed.

Come Mister Naughty bad as can be.
Charging to Happy roaring and all.
Horns and fangs so frightening to see.
Hideous face makes Happy appalled.

"Oh help me!" cried out Miss Happy.
"Oh save me!" repeated the maid.
"You are mine!" echoed by Naughty.
Dragged her away to death she laid.


PS. This is my attempt at poetry when I was in High School.