Stretch! said the Balloon Lady


Her face was full of freckles, not a spot was bare,

on her nose, chin and cheeks, speckles everywhere.

Sprinkled on her eyelids, tossed across her brow,

even dancing down her neck — Is she all covered now?

Dots ran from her shoulders, and stopped on every toe,

they perched upon her kneecaps — Where else could they go?

I thought the wide white smile was the only space on Ruth,

but the last time that I saw her she had a freckle on her tooth!

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