I once met a woman by the name of Pride.
She was perfect in her own little stride.
Pride was actually a squirrel.
She gave herself high fives on the thought that she owned part of the world.
She kept a business card and her trademark logo in her pocket.
She also provided a full resume for all of her great pride dockets.
Pride decided to have an executive board meeting to discuss her accomplishments.
By the time she completed the reading of her accolades,
The executive staff went out the back door to the happy pride parade!
While Pride was riding on her high horse,
The enemy stole the troops and Pride was filled with remorse.
Pride wondered how she was going to get back home.
She ended up riding the horse backwards and all alone.
Pride ended up on the mule to which she was demanding to speak.
The mule representative told Pride to remain silent and be meek!
Pride just blew the case of the century.
No more mule rides for Pride.
Pride lost her ride back home.
Pride traded in her crown for a stadium dome.
Pride now roams in the city of Buffalo.
Pride should have said no.
Pride hit that dough.
Now Pride is making pizzas in the windy city.
Pride still thinks she is pretty.
Pride will get a country nowhere.
Pride is nothing but a mare.
Pride did not care.
Pride remained with no mare and no buffalo hair.
Let us pray for Pride.
Pride just died!