by Donita Weddle

Created on: September 15, 2008

The Imp

Blonde hair, blue eyes
Conniving mind in brilliant disguise
Of cute little face with sparkling eyes
And little lips that kiss your head
And steal your heart before harsh words fly.

She's lithe and quick and so agile
Yet all appearances speak fragile
A gymnast true with talent high
As courage as she climbs the sky
By way of tree and swing and chair
Always climbing in the air

A pretty song rings bright and true
As she sings another song for you
She smiles sweetly and is so coy
Beneath that grin is one tomboy
Who loves the dirt and biking, too
Who dislikes ever wearing shoes
And pulls the cat's tail, makes it meow

Wrecks havoc in the house, as well
As things are broken, bit in two
"One piece for me, one piece for you."
All evidence hides neath the bed
"I didn't do it, not I" she said.

But little sweet thing with dimpled cheeks
And white-blonde hair that surely speaks
Of innocence and niceness, too
Surely someone else, not you!

But no, twas you, that bit the soap
And tied the doll with jumping rope
And cut your dress to make a hole
And ate the sugar from the sugar bowl.

Twas you that hit your sister, too
And made her cry and mad at you
And broke the glass you weren't to have
And squeezed out all your sister's salve.

"I didn't do it" you deny
So innocent you are, not blinking an eye
But you did do it, yes, you did
And then in guilt you ran and hid.

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