Oh the relief at thirteen to be told
She's failed the big exam; she'll never be
In top stream, full of the dull girls who can see
Right through her. In the sink group she can fold
Her arms at the puny head, and curl her lip
At assembly preaching, and speak scornfully of gross
Infinitely desirable boys.
She will be wild, and in the know and flip
And she'll leave this world of the comatose
For another, of modern dangerous joys.


{short description of image} Outside the game, it's... When she was eight...