Embelishments

This poem I wrote about an experience I had with my little four year old Pam and a whopper she told about chopping her own hair off. A few weeks ago her Zach (I call him whacky Zachy) chopped his hair the day before picture day at school. Like mother like son.

If you ever raise a four year old I think that you will find
That something very special seems to happen to their mind
Their young imaginations tend to get quite out of hand
And instead of telling you the truth, their stories will expand
One day my little four year old came up with quite a whopper
And as I listened to her tale I was powerless to stop her
I came into the living room and saw her in a chair
Scattered all around her was her pretty golden hair
I said to her "Oh Pamela, my dear what have you done?"
She looked at me with puppy eyes and said "I'm not the one,
who cut my hair, that mean old guy just left the house.
You know who cut my hair all up? It was a great-big-giant mouse!
He came in through the window and while I wasn't looking
He got the scissors and he chopped my hair while you were in the cooking!"
I said "Now Pammy, that's not true we're not supposed to lie
it was you who cut your hair all up can't you just tell me why?
"Oh no mommy, it's not me, it really was a mouse
he came in and he cut my hair and then he left the house."
Then suddenly I recalled, much to my dismay
That tomorrow, of all the times, is picture taking day.
I took the scissors in my hand and did the best I could
To fix the botched up hair do, it really looked quite good.
Now when I look back upon the photo that was taken
I see my short haired angel girl, of that there's no mistaken.

By Merrila Kowacich copyright 1997