Buns and Corners

Little miss maturity,

misplaced through the ages

Mischief lurking deep

restrained by the good girl

Bumping off of ill fit pieces

clicking in at intervals

Marvelled, charmed, awed

mostly lost, guilted, appalled

Little miss maturity

she strains her neck around

Stumbles back, teetering

ahead is where the stream flows on

Righteous indignation flavours lenses she wears watching on

hypocrisy framing them, vaguely ignored

Walking on the wobbly pudding

through situations galore

Falling off, scrambling back

the shrinking non-conformist