Childs play.

I dressed all pretty for you today, I wanted to make you like me. And then I went out to play, All my clothes got dirty. A cried for a long time, Because you didn’t see my nice clothes. I wanted you all mine, But you wont like me anymore. I tried to make you a mudpie, But I left it in too long. I didn’t want to cry, But I cried anyway. You came over for a play that night, And complimented my clothes. Even though they were once white. I think you like me now.

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[Alz Alz]

Awe, that's wonderfully sweetly sad... If that made sense. Ah, the perspective from a child is always an interesting one to write about indeed. Poor mudpie :( 100/100!