What they would say, the name of a girl with a posh accent, usually draped in pearls
What people thought of her, her family, had always meant the world
One day, while pushing her child down the street, pram full of curls
She took the marbles out, let loose, no longer spoke falsely
Something that had always made her feel as though she were tying her own noose
She felt free, even if her father would disagree, say “this is not how it should be!”
Didn’t have a posh background, and now whenever anyone spoke to her it didn’t feel impossible, they relieved to see she wasn’t speaking pure dross
Her name was still Marble Mouth but now everyone was more than happy to give her a shout
She was finally ready to meet a nice man, for him to take her out

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