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The Terrible Tutu To-do

Poetry By: Wilbur

child's temper tantrum at tuning three and outgrowing favorite item of clothing - a tutu

Submitted:Oct 26, 2011    Reads: 35    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   

The Terrible Tutu To-do

She stamps both her feet
She simply won't eat
She glares with furious eyes.
She raises a fist
She will not be kissed
Accuses them all of lies.

She makes awful faces
Loses all of her graces
It goes on like this all the day.
And all this great to-do
Is due to a tutu --
That's too small and starting to fray.

Not so surprising
When one's realizing
She's worn it since just turning two.
But she's just turning three
Is as plump as can be --
There's simple nothing to do.

Goes to bed growling
In the night prowling
Awakens the next day with flu.
Is sick all that week
Her temper most bleak
Need I say that the household's is too?

Her first healthy day
A friend comes to play
Wearing a velvet dress.
That dress is so lush-like
It feels oh-so plush-like
What follows is easy to guess.

Now nothing will do
She's to have velvet too
And soon velvet fashions abound.
Bedcovers and drapes
Hats, boots, mittens and capes
Dresses piled high on the ground.

Gone frayed old tutu
Without tears or todo
She's becoming a girl to adore.
A kind sweet faced child
Even tempered and mild
What will happen next year when she's four?


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