The Pink Dress Mess
The Pink Dress Mess
I'm eight years old,
And I'm in a mess.
We have not that much money,
not even enough, to buy my sister a dress.
So think, think, think. What can I do?
I can go door to door,
And ask for a spare dime,
But, there are so many doors,
And I don't have that kind of time.
I can call Grandpa Jack,
I know he has big bucks,
But he only gives it out, to people
who are down on their luck.
I could write a letter to my Grandma Jean,
She's always been really hip to the scene!
My Dad would give me the money I bet,
But not until I worked up a good sweat!
I might come back to this one,
Depending how desperate I get.
The want ads? I wonder
if they have a job,
Yes, but, you have to be
between the ages of eighteen
This isn't working!
My sister is starting to cry.
She knows just how to work me,
I can't take it, to see a big tear in her eye.
I told her, "not to worry. I'll make it happen,
wait and see. You'll have a pink dress,
down to your knees."
So I sat down and put my head in my hands,
And I sat like that, until I came up
Here's what I decided to do...
I went to my closet,
I started digging from the top.
It took forever, to get to the bottom,
the place I could stop.
I cleaned, stacked and sorted,
then priced all my stuff.
Surely, all of this would bring
more than enough!
Then I sold all the things,
that I didn't need.
By the end of the day, all the change
in my pocket, was enough money indeed!
So, down to the store,
I pedaled to quick!
So fast, in fact, I started feeling
I pulled from my pocket, all the cash
I'd worked for.
Then exchanged it for a pretty pink dress,
I knew my sister would adore.
Back on my bike, the dress flying behind.
All this work, all this effort!
But, could I make it back home in time?
I threw down my bike, as I caught the dress
from its flight.
Then, burst open the door, shouting
"Sis, close your eyes, tight!"
The look on her face, as I revealed
to her, the dress
Let me know as a brother, I was the best!
So I solved that problem,
Now I could relax.
There was no more stress,
over a silly old dress.