Scribbling:

"Hated, ill-fated, slated

What else did you expect?

Being dirty, filthy, guilty

Of not having sparkle, 

Bright and glittering, and

Clean and straightened hair with feathers, but

Curls and having dried mud hanging

As if pearls, oh dear

You smelt of hell

Your eyes all swelled

You walked stumbling, and

Fumbling, grumbling

Mumbling curses

As if fighting verses

Poor god..."