He spots a paper hat, covered in glitter

God only knows what it represents

At this dance

Don't ask me

It wasn't my idea to come here

With obvious maturity

He lances it at me

Like a dusty snowball


I grab the hat

And make a sparkly mess

Before attacking boy, number two

Who cowers at the thought



Who's afraid of glitter?

His lack of fear is explained to me

His girlfriend thinks it's sexy

And I happened to be covered with it

What a coincidence

Naturally, I screech

And hide while I came

Before she saves me from my refuge

Asking where I possibly could have gone

When I could have stayed with her

I really shouldn't be so shy