Well colour me Tuesday,
My braces are lost,
All the laces and bows
Are undone.
A sesame sunset
Is smouldering down,
And the
Race of the humans
Is won.
So fetch me a Friday,
With high heels and cream,
And a skateboard
With elephant eyes.
I'm wearing a top
Made of tambourine screams
And I've no doubt
At all
I can fly.
