Baby Face


Baby Face

I hate my baby face.
I want a
grown up face instead.
Then I would not
be told to leave
when all
the good stuff’s said.

No one would
pinch my cheeks
And Grandma Mabel,
I suppose,
would use her hanky
on herself
instead of
on my nose.

Plus, I would rule
the school
Just like
that kid
who knows karate...

The only problem left
would be
my 3 foot 9 inch body!

(C) 1998, Arden Davidson

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in "A Pocketful of Rhymes".
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