Polka Dots Not
Since I was just a little girl
With my red hair done in a braid
My face was full of “polka dots”
And a point to tease and degrade.
Handing out snack, my pre-school teach
Seemed so very pretty and kind
‘Til she said dots, I threw my milk,
Ending with smacks on my behind!
But this polka dot hooligan
Was so far from being reformed
Talk of my many “sun’s kisses”
And the sun ran just as I stormed!
Of course now I’m a grown woman
And should have much better control
Unfortunately, that’s not true
I hospitalized the last troll!
Today I sit in custody
But there ain’t no tears that I wipes
‘Cuz I really HATE polka dots
But I don’t mind these prison stripes!
January 9, 2019
Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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