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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, 
for me? 
Yes, but, you have to be 
between the ages of eighteen 
and sixty-three.

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 
with a 

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 
quite sick!

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.

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  1. Date: 11/7/2009 7:29:00 PM
    Thank you simone for reading.

  1. Date: 11/7/2009 11:27:00 AM