| Muriel May Macarthy, was the clumsiest girl in the world. She fell over her feet when she ran in the street. She swirled and she twirled, and she whirled. |  |
| Muriel May Macarthy, tripped over the caretaker's cat. She spun on the spot with her legs in a knot, And fell flat, with a splat, on the mat. Muriel May Macarthy, desperate to run, to compete. Gave chase in a race, without tying her lace. She was beat. Her defeat was complete. Muriel May Macarthy, was a thoroughly sad little mite. Till she spotted her right shoe, on left foot. And the other one, left, was on right. Poem © 2013 Em Lynas Illustration © 2013 Amanda Lillywhite |
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