Little Friends

We flee from the classroom, the floor groaning under the pounding of our school shoes,
Classrooms flashing past us, dresses trailing behind, finally reaching the buzzing street.
We smash into a wall of awe, and stare wildly around us,
At the people milling around, chatting and making a fuss.
All the stalls were great but I’ll have to imply,
That there was one stall on that crowded street, which really caught our eye.
My friend and I run over to a stall, covered in many things,
A bear, an elephant, a tiger, a pony and a horse with wings.
Though all the toys were interesting on their own,
There were two in particular that really hit home,
Picking up two little soft toy girls,
One with a ribbon and one with curls.
Abandoned by its owners and starting to look old,
The little girls may not look it, but to us it was practically gold.
The cold of some coins leaves my hands, as I pay for our new little friends,
And we dance off down the street, joy filling us to the ends.