Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Tuesday Evening Sonnet (In Lieu of a Haiku)

My daughter has become a woman now,
And needs so many diff'rent woman things,
That I can scarce keep up with what I owe,
Replacing those which to the house I bring.
Is there enough of razors left within?
Or gels and lotions for her hands and feet?
Which soap is best for adolescent skin?
And which shampoo will leave her hair more neat?
I don't think there's enough unspeakables
In case her friend should drop by unannounced.
I'd ask, but fear has made my heart so full
That from the bathroom I would be cast out.
The hardest part of this, I must confess,
Is all the monthly preteen PMS.

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