If the backseat

Makes you happy

Then I’m happy too

I’m kind to cross

Myself in knots

A bow made just for you

Pull me this way

That way, I sway

Witless figurine

Till I fell in

The laundry bin

Into a blue machine

When I awoke

From steam and smoke

My body stripped and clean

What silver sound

An empty house

Had ushered over me

Left foot, right foot

Newborn, I shook

Badly at balancing

But soon I found

A sound way out

A mouse had left for me

I have seen this

But not like this...

(Trust me, don’t cover your eyes)