Bart Simpson and the Little Girl

Her feet didn’t touch the ground
Hard when in the air
Dummy - her parents’ new best friend
Brought silence, to be shared
 
Bart Simpson kept her company
Twisties fell to floor
She smiled as she turned her head
Inquisition knocked on door
 
Movement, ever, oh so fast
Tablet entertaining
Attentive of the screen, her own
Made most of time remaining
 
Silently she cried aloud
As if she was on the screen
The tattooed arm of adulthood
Words needless, hardly seen
 
Thongs on table
Relaxed in time
Soon to land again
 
Centrifugal focus
Goes unnoticed
Who was she? Where?
And when?