Baby T Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

Hey you, what happened to baby T?
They surely killed her with pills,
On that gorry Friday afternoon,
She lived shortly in their minds,
Borne out of excitement of union,
Just two months and half, afterwards,
She was sadly flushed in the latrine
She didn't live to play with dolls,
Then they broke up after eight months,
And it was the end of a short love story
At the beginning of August on a Tuesday,
She went to find new fiery love elsewhere,
(Hopefully she found oasis of pink roses)
He was left broken writing memoirs at night!