She moves with a movement
Of clanky hanks
And clumsy clunks
Bumping into knocks
And knocking into bumps
Tripping over crashes
As she falls into slumps.
All bellowing elbows
And knobby knees
Gracing her graceless walk
She clanks along
Through stones and rocks
Thinking silly talk
And humming humbling songs.
Her shoulder smashes
Pure evil corners
With particular precision
As no one could ever
Prove her childlike mishaps
To be merely a scrimmage
Or mischanced vision.