They say my daughter is an artist,
I believe this is somewhat so,
very creative at it yes,
it’s butter, bbq and mustard she throws,
my living room is her canvas,
how do i stop her at her best?
she moved on to nail polish,
oh my head needs to rest!
although she picked out pretty colors for the carpet,
the original gray looks its best,
the fumes are getting to my head,
my stomach could not handle,
Windex or shaving cream they say takes it out,
how do I stop her little scandals?
at 6am I’d rather her sleep,
but instead she sneaks about.
my daughter is a monkey,
in the closet she climbed to the top,
to get that lovely nail polish,
oh i wish the climbing would stop!
oh how I love my creative 4 yr old,
I just wish she’d do what she is told!
her little brother loves to follow,
they are adventurous!
two very loving children you know.
they say she needs attention,
I’d say she needs to sleep.
6 am is just to early to get up.
this is all just a misapprehension.
I play with her and sing with her,
oh she makes me smile,
but today i began to weep.
and did I mention her little bluffs.
she blames it on her brother,
she says he did it all,
I tell my dear little one,
his climbing is just not possible,for he fears to fall
they tell me god makes naughty children beautiful,
oh I believe this is so,
what shall happen to the not so pretty ones who are bad?
i do not wish to know.
my daughter is an artist,
and this will have to do.
I’ll try to show her different ways of painting with soap.