Us Little Urchins
Us Little Urchins A square of hair trussed neatly back
Tightly as uniformed Venetian Ponies
We girls trotted home in a gorgeous bright Orange sky
We laughed and leap frogged
Over the line of three bent
Over
Bodies
Being fourth and leaping to the fore
Giggling and wobbling all over the shop (floor)
Barefoot in the park
Out prior to the lark
Ill-fitting hand me downs
We were each others painted clown
We seeped within the curled clipped wire fence
Took no care, twas no offence to tear our aged cloth
Nor scratch our olive knees past the stinging nettles which forever had us tip toeing carefully
But still clung to us
As we clung on to each other
Our washed brown hair forever shiny from
The sweat which dripped as we took a sip
From the rusty water fountain
We had mountains and trees to climb
Barefoot but all was fine
As one always cupped her hands upon her knees
As. One giggled climbing trees
Laughing and sweating for the forbidden fruit
Scrumping fruit from posh peoples gardens
Leaping the wall
As burnt Orange urchins headed home with their fruit
greengages and apples
stored in a tied up shirt
laughing at a world full of us four urchin fools
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