When I was just a little girl
My Mother's hands were full
A pretty girl'y dress to twirl
For me was just too dull
Instead I combed the chicken coupe
And hunted straggled feathers
I'd put them in a fancy group
Strung in my hair with tethers
I'd find my Mother's washcloths
With brother's tighty-whiteys
And make a homemade loin cloth
The chief of all the Mighty!
I'd sneak my Mother's make-up
Most likely her red lip stick
Put war paint in a china cup
Her favorite ones I'd pick
My pony was the next in line
A bed sheet round' his groin
The ruby red and blue design
A ruse he's forced to join
We'd race across the Orchard Roads
Attacking bands of Cowboys
Until dear Mother's voice explodes
In shrieking chords of "Now!" noise
Author notes
This poem is for you Kayln!
A contest entry
- Find my muse!? by whitexrose39.
800 points, ended February 20, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Amazing,
Not only did this completely consume my imagination, it allowed me to reminisce on the opulent moments in my past. I'm happy to start one of these poetry pages so you and I can share, compare, and live a little!
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Aww this is a such a cute poem. To be in the world of a child is the most precious thing and we forget those days too easily.
A lovely write of nostalgia. Congratulations on your trophy
Gaylene
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Thank you!
Thank you for finding the time to enter my contest! This poem made me laugh. I enjoyed this. I can certainly picture a little girl riding around on her pony. And for some reason I'm imagining the pony's face to be tolerant... But perahps rolling his eyes.
Good luck in the contest!
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Ha ha ha, yeah he probably was rolling his eyes!
Thanks again Kayln for a fun contest and a super sweet judge!
Take care God Bless!
Annette
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Sounds Familiar!
Very Nice! Using the washcloths reminds me of using a dishtowel for a cape when I would play Superman. Poems like this bring back fond memories.
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Thanks Jeff!
I remember my sons doing that! he he.
Thanks for the comment.
Annette
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hwyy auntie! this poem told a great story, and u made it rhyme so flawlessly! it sounded perfect with like an amazing flow. keep writing aunt, this was such a pleasure and joy to read!
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Thanks Beauty!
Your comments always mean a lot to me!
I am waiting for a new poem from you!
BIG
Auntie
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I so agree with my Tennessee friend Joe! Hi falutin' is mind pollutin'!
Great write Annette!
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redbarchettadrive~
Thanks so much my new friend! That Hi falutin' is mental poopin'
Justified Inc.
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Haha! I too played cowboys and indians...cops and robbers too.
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Ha ha ha ha ha! Those were the days huh MJ? You ended up being what you loved!
(Unless you was the robber!)
Thank you for the lovely comment MJ!
Always nice to hear from you!
Annette
PS
Nice Pic!!!
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Annette
Poor brother,lost his underware.. I love this. You did rhyme,really good.
Joe
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Thanks Joe!
I tried, but the last line was hard to rhyme with "cowboys!" The funny thing is, this is a true story!
Love to you!
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That what makes the best poems in my opinion. I hate it when people use big high faluting words , trying to impress someone with their knowledge.
Ill take everyday events anytime.
Joe
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