The Purse

Created in England, personally made for the Queen

His mission is to protect the royal jewels,
To treasure them, to keep them clean.

A magical, mysterious, menacing purse,
As possessive as a guard of the crown jewels.
Curse! It's a curse!

Fighting off with an evil glare,
Rough, grand, ancient, vigilant, no life to spare

Thrown away in a pitch black cave,
I'm dirty, sad, ready to slave.

Never seeing the sun again,
No loves, no friends, no fun again.

Shouted at every single day, "Where's my money?"
He's in dismay.

Finally, after years of hurt
The purse is nothing but a single pearl.