It's vivd colour, 'choosy cherry,'
Slicks on like paint,
Can come with or without a pretty case,
Easy to play with when you're bored,
Less easy to get off your teeth,
More grown-up than lipstick - it's lost its childish sparkle,
Yet a childs first thing to hand when dressing up,
Covering their cheeks,
Giving themselves a bright red smile,
Saying 'Dolly wants some too,' followed by a mothers yell of 'No!'
Scribbled messages on walls,
Or as you get older, kisses on secret notes,
'SWALK',
The colours getting more duller, more neutral,
As the individual gets older,
Eventually leaving some smudged,
On their grandsons cheek.