Her shirt was green,
So luminous.
Her trousers brown,
Voluminous.
Upon her head sat
A hat
That was as flat
As a table,
With a brim
As wide
As Auntie Mabel.
(Who was as wide
As wide could be;
She used to eat
Cream scones for tea,
You see).
And on each finger
A ring;
One of string,
One of tin,
One shaped liked
A snake-type thing,
One silver
And one gold,
Which was a joy
To behold
Because it glinted
In the light
And made her feel
Important,
As such golden goodies
Might.
And one ring,
Made of
Who knows what,
Turned her finger
Green as snot,
That her mum gave her
A year ago.
So what if it
Made her
Finger glow!
She liked it!
Her shoes
Were red
And how they shone
With green and pink
And yellow
Flowers on.
She polished them
With a duster
With all the
Power that she could
Muster
So that, when
She went out walking,
She imagined
People talking,
About how bright
Those shoes could shine
And how those flowers
Stood out
Like petals
Dipped in deepest
Reddest wine.
Her socks
Snaked up her legs
To her knees
And were yellow and black
Like bees.
She had
Three pairs of these
So that she always had
One spare pair
To wear
Exactly
As she pleased.
And on her face
She bore
A smile
All the while
Because she always wore
The clothes
She liked more
Than all the other clothes
She’d ever had before.
