I am the old lady who lives in a shoe,
That goes by the name of two.
I am a ghost that follows you,
Or maybe I’m the hopeless dream you relentlessly cling to.
My body is stained with hues of blue,
After I was punched by a kangaroo.
My Aunt Doll ran out of shampoo.
I don’t know why I’m telling you.
I am the lie you continuously spew.
You don’t understand me but I understand you.
Did you know there really is a Timbuktu?