They fixed
my hair like baked meringue
And said I
was fine, yep, just the way I am.
That I should
sit still and do my best
And remember
my manners when I am a guest.
“We can’t be sure if underneath
Are brains
or simply whipped up peaks
of the fluff
you pile high on a lemon pie!”
(I just showed
them my whites in a corn cob smile)
There’s
a day that I’ll fit in these shoes, you’ll see
I might even
sit up straight willingly
You can wrap
me up, you can plop me down
But someday
I’ll make YOUR hair
spin around!
Copyright Kate Stigdon 2007
