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

© Chrissy Siggee

Archived in Poetry Mix by Chrissy at Riverside Peace