Pen had a friend.

The friend was a girl.

The girl had beautiful pearls.

She could twirl, she could swirl.

She was definitely a salesgirl.

Pen had a friend who was a girl.

That girl had some whorls.

She could hurl, she could whirl.

She was some people's dreamgirl.

However, she was dead.

Apparently someone cut off her head.

Pen was upset and filled with regret

That he didn't stop her death.

Nobody knew how she died.

All that they know is she didn't survive

The crash

That only Pen knew about.

Pen used to have a friend.

That friend had a tragic end

in Pen's story.