It took an hour to set up a simple poem. Now I can’t remember what I did. Well, enjoy the poem while I have another go.
I’m Daddy’s Little Princess
I spilt my juice twice this morning,
before I went to school—
It was mother’s final warning;
I broke her golden rule.
In class I found an old crayon,
I used it on the wall.
My teacher—she did carried on;
She didn’t like my scrawl.
There’s a boy in school—he won’t share,
his name is Peter Kirk…
He scribbled a word on my chair;
he really is a jerk.
At lunch I told him he was rude,
I got blamed for that smut!
He said I had an attitude,
I kicked him in the butt.
I hid behind the toilet block,
ripped the ears off his bear,
and stayed out there ‘til two o’clock—
Call my mum—I don’t care.
At three I took a ride home on the bus
and thought about my day—
My brother made an awfulfuss,
I think I’ll run away.
Oh no! there’s Mum tapping her foot;
She’s waiting at the gate
I wonder now—should I stay put,
or take my daily fate.
But Mum, it wasn’t really me,
That’s all I can recall—
I’m Daddy’s little princess see,
and he won’t mind at all.
© Chrissy Siggee
Archived in Poetry Mix by Chrissy at Riverside Peace