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On Being Three

Escapee garments
Strewn hither and yon
Some still hanging from the drawers
Where neatly they were folded
Only hours before

She parades the halls
And kitchen floor
Her catwalk, she the queen
And just since eating breakfast
It is outfit number seventeen

Next comes the swimsuit part of the show
Soon will be the gowns
Glittering tiaras, feather boas
Hot pink shoes…much too big;
Look out, she’s falling down

Gales of wonderful laughter
That only children can manage
Picking herself up gracefully and strewing ribbons after
Off she goes back down the hall; 
The castle further to ravage.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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