A Girl's Fantasies

Set neatly on her dressing table Are make-ups and lip sticks. All sorts of nail polish, And glittering jewelry Now lie upon Her once untidy desktop. No more Dolls and Tea sets, And no more "wearing Mommy's clothes". No more tea parties and Barbie houses That used to emphasize her childish games. Thus i find her room Filled with posters of pop stars and boys, with various magazines and books, Cosmetics and perfumes. She is not the little girl she once was, For now she has grown.