Purse

Created in England, personally made for the Queen

His mission is to protect the jewels,
Treasure them, keep them clean.

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

Fighting off with a single glare,
Rough, grand, ancient, vigilant,
No life to spare.

Thrown away in a pitch black cave,
Dirty, sad, ready to slave.

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

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

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