As she rounded the corner,
she saw the pretty head.
Beauty radiated from her,
she wished it were her instead.
Silently creaping into the room,
she tip-toed past the bed,
she finally reached the cabinet,
now it was here turn instead.
Quickly opening the draw,
as not to let it squeak,
She got waht she was therefore,
her arms were going all weak.
Pointing it at the little mouth,
She did what she had to do.
It came flying out,
of the circle pipe like thing,
smacking into her mouth,
red spraying over everything.
A bottle toppled,
falling to the ground,
waking her mother,
with a quick little scream.
What had hapened this time?
What was she going to do?
Her daughter wanted lip stick,
but it always ended up on the floor. |
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