Ode To Friendship

Lets drink to the demise
of the greatest trio ever known.
Two of them wedlock bound
and one doomed to walk alone.
A leopard never changes it spots
so gazelle, my former friend, beware,
it's only a matter of time
before new fingers run through her hair.
I don't want to say
that she might be a whore,
bitterness aside I
go on history, nothing more.
So a former friendly warning
to the "happy" prey to be,
you might be the flavour now
but she has a lot more of the world to see.