7 July 2012
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.
A Mug A Year • Opuss № I