Suzy Brown
Everybody's laughing at me,
And as usual I know why,
I look like such a loser
With this streaky blonde hairdye,
Why Mum couldn't take me to
The hairdresser, I'll never know,
Instead she got back from work early
To personally have a go,
She looked upset when I yelled at her
'Cause she can't do anything right,
I didn't speak to her for weeks
'Til I wanted some cash the other night,
At least I bought these cool new shoes
To cancel out my hair,
They look just like Lucy Paris's,
They were forty pounds a pair!
Mum cried when I told her
That I'd been mugged up by the mall,
This guy took all our shopping money,
But his face I can't recall.
"It's because I was on foot," I said,
"Now if I'd had a new bike,
It never would have happened."
So she said sorry and squeezed me tight.
I've been called to matron's office,
Who could be calling me at school?
Oh well, a chance to paint my nails
While I'm waiting on the stool,
Ooh, Lucy Paris is here as well,
I hope people see me with her!
Must reapply my make-up
Whilst matron's in a dither,
Something about my Mum, a car,
Blah blah, the hospital,
What? I get to go home early now?
I can go out shopping, cool!
(works better when you read 'Lucy Paris' after this)
Copyright © Sarah Jones | Year Posted 2007
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