LULU

 

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 hand

Shine so bright.

And one ring,

Made of who knew what,

Turned her finger

Green as snot.

Her mum gave her that

A year ago,

So what if it

Made her

Finger glow!

 

She liked it!

 

Her shoes

Were red

And how they shone,

With pink and scarlet

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 wore

A smile

All the while

Because she always wore

The clothes

She liked more

Than all the other clothes

She’d ever had before.