some small girls don't do cute :)


The Girl

I'm sorry mummy don't cry!
Look! The mud only goes this high and
I'm sure that's only half way up.
I asked you not to dress me in this
Daughter thing and by the way
Why do we have to go to this wedding?

I've told you I am not a girl
In need of dolls or prams and
These silly frills are hateful...
Can I please put my jeans and wellies on?
The newts are out and need jam-jarring
And if you would call me Jack I'd be greatful.

I might be your little girl one day mummy-
But not till that big tree is climbed.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-10-18 at 17:01

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I couldn't do cute either :D My mom desperately tried in grade one to get me all these pretty, little frilly dresses... and it didn't take her long to abandon that idea lol :)

This is absolutely lovely :) I can only imagine it too well :) xx
2010-10-19


Dee Daffodil
Adorable! I have seen myself in this poem, and I have seem one of my daughters in this as well. To those who march to the beat of their own drums, I say...go forth and conquer !! :-)

Hugs,
Dee
2010-10-19


NicholasG
This is wonderful, from a a little boy quite capable of dispatching a pair of grey flannels in a matter of seconds!!
Mud is the best babysitter!
xoNick
2010-10-18