Freda's Day
Freda the ballerina’s tutu was a little too tight
She had asked her mama to let it out last night
This morning, she had eaten two flies too many
Mama had let it out an inch, but was that plenty?
She squeezed into the tutu feeling like a mouse under a crack
Her ballet slippers were lost, and her high tops were black
You can borrow my pink high tops said her best pal Pat
Freda’s day got better after that.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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