Annie’s Artistic Struggle

Annie was in her smock, painting away,
Creating scenes of joy, in every stroke she’d convey,
All the stuff that she enjoys, her heart poured into art,
But then along came Agustus, with a scoff and a snarky remark.

Tears glistened in her eyes, as her enemy belittled her creation,
Her work was special and dear, a masterpiece in her imagination.