From a Pretty Pink Princess to her Mummy(or Mommy)
I love my Mummy because...
She helps me play dress-up, I get to use makeup,
We giggle and laugh a lot.
She chooses the dresses, the shoeses and tresses,
And ties up my hair in a knot.
She's now my hand-maiden, with eyes of black raven,
And maybe a hint of a witch,
In dreamland at Camelot, I rule and I'm Queen a lot,
With Mummy to see there's no hitch!
Copyright 2010 HightonRidley
What did you think of my cheek, rhyming "shoeses" with "chooses" and "Queen a lot" with "Camelot"? Anyway, here's the card I wrote it for:
You may now punish me in the comments for my dreadful rhyming!
comments / critique / feedback always welcome :)