I was a model’s inspiration

and a child’s fancy

He dressed me in pink, red and blue

to welcome a sea of new faces

I donned a new hat each day,

floated in admiration,

a perfect silhouette,

every woman’s envy

but when he beheld a small crack

in my perfection,

he confined me to the trash room

And what was this slimy substance

poured on me?

I stood whimpering

as a new girl now decorated the entrance

Written for Ermilia’s Picture it & Write