Lucy Luvtryangle lived an odd life.
Confined to the room under the stairs
She read Harry Potter,
Dreamed of casting spells
Sending her captors to places evil and grubby.
Her parents thought her far too odd
For decent God fearing folk
So, hid her away
Less she frighten and corrupt the righteous.
Despite all their efforts to repress their daughter
But they could not suppress her optimism.
Lucy Luvtryangle was a happy child.
With a face, full of teeth and a grin a mile wide
she could be off-putting in her enthusiasm.
She gurgled sounds as her tongue was diminutive,
Caught in the back of her mouth
Her words were garbled and incoherent
But her personality bubbled
She was loving and loyal
As you would be living beneath stairs.
Through her limitations, she found her magic
In her mind, she escaped
To fields of flowers
To big houses where children like her
Were treated with love and compassion.
Every moment she treasured
Lucy Luvtryangle was for those short times
As loveable and normal as you and me.