I am a duchess in a ball pit
Like a nose, I bleed

Hear yee, hear yee
Crumbs fall down my frontispiece

A dull mood strikes me
The grandfather clock does, too

All these polka dots
Remind me of elementary school

Life is so much like a hat box
With no hats inside

This is the trouble:
You are no Nancy Drew

The trail gets cold
And then it gets colder

It’s like you’re a tree and you can’t stop shaking
Until one day, you do