Naughty Girl, Me
There was a naughty girl
And a naughty girl was she
For nothing she would do
But sit all alone and worry
She hadn’t
Any money
She definitely
Wasn’t funny
She was
Just a mother
And a wife
Like no other
Never very strong
Too often
She’d be wrong
In her
Darkest hour
She’d somehow
Find the power
Sit back
And find a smile
Just laugh
For a little while
Responsibilities
Each day
Cause her
So much strife
She must find a way
To achieve
Something
In this life
Oh wait,
She already had
This naughty girl
Was bad
She almost forgot
All the
Special things
She’s got
Two sons
Two daughters
A dog
A fish
And a mouse
All of them living
With
Two tarantulas
A snake
And her spouse
See
There was a naughty girl
Turned out the best she could be
She grew up to be a woman
With a wonderful family
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
*For Brian’s “Christmas Parlour Poetry” contest
Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2009
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