Literally, Literature by Little Me. Written in 1994 (age 9), after I’d learned that people aren’t what they seem. Titled: “AFTER THE BALL”

After the ball was over

She lay on the sofa and sigh.

She put her false teeth in salt water

And took out her lovely glass eye.

She kicked her wood leg in the corner

Then hung up her wig on the wall.

She closed her real eye and sang softly,

"After the ball....."