The Pink Dress Mess

I'm eight years old, And I'm in a mess. We have not that much money, not even enough, to buy my sister a dress. So think, think, think. What can I do? I can go door to door, And ask for a spare dime, But, there are so many doors, And I don't have that kind of time. I can call Grandpa Jack, I know he has big bucks, But he only gives it out, to people who are down on their luck. I could write a letter to my Grandma Jean, She's always been really hip to the scene! My Dad would give me the money I bet, But not until I worked up a good sweat! I might come back to this one, Depending how desperate I get. The want ads? I wonder if they have a job, for me? Yes, but, you have to be between the ages of eighteen and sixty-three. This isn't working! My sister is starting to cry. She knows just how to work me, I can't take it, to see a big tear in her eye. I told her, "not to worry. I'll make it happen, wait and see. You'll have a pink dress, down to your knees." So I sat down and put my head in my hands, And I sat like that, until I came up with a plan. Here's what I decided to do... I went to my closet, I started digging from the top. It took forever, to get to the bottom, the place I could stop. I cleaned, stacked and sorted, then priced all my stuff. Surely, all of this would bring more than enough! Then I sold all the things, that I didn't need. By the end of the day, all the change in my pocket, was enough money indeed! So, down to the store, I pedaled to quick! So fast, in fact, I started feeling quite sick! I pulled from my pocket, all the cash I'd worked for. Then exchanged it for a pretty pink dress, I knew my sister would adore. Back on my bike, the dress flying behind. All this work, all this effort! But, could I make it back home in time? I threw down my bike, as I caught the dress from its flight. Then, burst open the door, shouting "Sis, close your eyes, tight!" The look on her face, as I revealed to her, the dress Let me know as a brother, I was the best! So I solved that problem, Now I could relax. There was no more stress, over a silly old dress.