Mess

Oh what a sight,

Can give you a fright,

She's the kid of all messes,

Tried on what seems like fifteen-hundred dresses,

Says they are dirty now, which they are not,

Oh and that paint I just bought?

All over the table, mixed with crumbs and random labels,

That she had picked off of her toys,

But she says they are gross, you know? Boys?

Messy hair with this morning's milk,

Yesterday when it was washed it felt like silk.

Her room looks like a storm rolled in,

Stuffed animals and cars covered in linen,

Her books look like they were thrown off the shelf,

She says it was a naughty elf,

She has no shame. what so ever in herself,

As she giggles and thinks it's funny,

She put lipstick on her knitted bunny,

She's the mother of all messes you see,

As she shrieks with glee,

My daughter is so funny,

I told her "Clean up your room and I'll give you money"

She says "No, you can keep the change"

She's so strange.

She will help me fold the laundry,

But she won't clean her room up nice and tidy.

Oh well, at least she had fun.