Christopher Flaherty Poet Free verse

Pretty Little Girls In Pretty Little Pink Dresses

Pretty little girls in pretty little pink dresses

Cowboys and Indians , Cop's and Robbers
Scraped knees from climbing trees
Pretty little girls in pretty little pink dresses
Smudged in mums make up wearing her best high heels
Turned into crappy old tools in a rickety old wood shed
And headaches in her head just before bed
Both lives I have lead and too this myself said
If I had the option of getting rid of the shed and headache in bed
Id dig out my old sheriffs badge and walk my old beat
In the hope of experiencing that childhood feeling one can only describe
As being very , very intimidated 
By pretty little girls in pretty little pink dresses

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Anne-Lise Andresen February 24, 2012 at 2:19 PM This girl reminds me of when my neighbor was a littel girl, pretty little pink dresses and hers mother best high heels, she would always be a beautiful princess.But it is not like when I was a little girl, I was not a pink princess.I like to be free and be happy,sing and dance.Well long time ago....now I am a grandma....Thank you for reading my poem and welcome back.Have a lovely weekend! oxox love Anne-Lise

Doris Culverhouse August 15, 2010 at 7:04 PM cute poem, my son is 11 and he has a little girl with a crush on him at church and he runs from her. It is funny to me.

Poet Destroyer A August 15, 2010 at 2:55 PM WOW!! Chris if only we could relive them days,, and not worry about the grown up hurt.. Life would be so cool,,, Like "Cute little Indian boys wearing a cops Badge"".. I am just being silly,, But i sure had a guy friend one time who loved me in my little pink dress. ANd we where friends,, lol, we played Cops and robbers at an older age as well.. Loved and enjoyed your poem,..LeeAnn

Carolyn Devonshire August 15, 2010 at 2:18 PM Thank you for sharing your memories of childhood, Christopher. As a little girl I was always hoping the boys would invite me to play cowboys and indians. When they finally did, they told me I could be the horse. (TRUE) If you think the boys were intimidated, we girls were as well. Just the nature of childhood as you describe so well. Love, Carolyn

Sara Kendrick August 15, 2010 at 1:42 PM Interesting write..I feel a little confused..I think this is about a father remembering when his children were young and now they are grown..How he would rather have them than the free time to work in his tool shed? Not sure..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work..Sara