Two broken teeth from a perfect cavity Wrapped in her blue handkerchief Jumping and skipping, defying gravity Down the dingy lane, with an orange leaf
Bored of walking, she used the spare tyre Cramped into it, she spun her own world Along came the dogs, howling louder than fire Down the dingy lane, now really wanting to hurl
After what felt like a lifetime, the spinning hushed She stood up, looking for her hanky with eyes wild An old man found it, grabbed her hand & her face flushed Down the dingy lane, with missing front teeth, he smiled.