A Mug A Year

Every birthday that I had.
The first one was painted by mum
And smashed up by my dad.

When I was two I lost a tooth
And painted the fairy on it.
And so was born 'Francesca'
And that was the story that fit.

When I was three I danced.
I got addicted to ballet.
I wasn't very good at it
But I painted my tutu anyway.

When I was four I started school.
And so I painted my mug about that
But my brother, clumsy as he is
Dropped it on the cat.

When I was five I lost friends
And painted my feelings away
A broken heart with smudged paint
I still have that today

When I was six I performed
I acted and I danced and I sung
After painting my mug about that
I decided it was no longer fun.

When I was seven I fancied
The first boy that I'd properly met.
I painted his face on the side of my mug
I haven't gone out with him yet.

When I was eight I got bored
Honestly, what do you expect?
I've still got a collection of mugs
That I still love and remember and protect.