Dorothy's Coming of Age

When she was one and had only just begun
young Dot was a difficult child, throwing wild
tantrums at every turn and doing her utmost
to earn the name Grotty Dotty, by hurling her
potty across the room whenever unreconciled

When she was five young Dot could thrive on
a minimal amount of sleep, singing loudly at 
three in the morning was one of the signs that
she'd dialled three nines, or a clear warning of
something minging now adorning her confines

At twelve years of age evolution took hold and
transformed young Dot into a sight to behold
with flowing locks and graceful air she began
to repair her reputation, smiling when asked to
tidy her room and doing so without aggravation

When sixteen arrived Dorothy flourished on the
wealth of drooling attention, with shapely figure  
and irresistible lure she nourished the boys with 
coquettish ploys and revelled in the pure delight
of fooling, squeezing and sinful misapprehension

At her coming of age a page was turned as Dot
was now a tour de force, no longer slowed by the
fevers of youth, she strode into the world with a
wisdom and wit that confounded non-believers
and lit a beacon that would illuminate her road
  
Her laughter now echoes with elegant grace as
the girl who once floundered establishes her place
scorning the anger that disgraces our stage and
leading the way with a whimsical languor that
quells the rage by intoxicating all those around her

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