I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want a peek at the back
Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
A girl gets sick of a rose.
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The incredible things that children say and do, so immaculately and humoristically portrayed in this great and amusing poem of real life.
And I'd like to be a bad woman, too, And wear the brave stockings of night-black lace And strut down the streets with paint on my face. Beautiful mesmerizing! Such brilliant words. Congrats on being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day!
A very honest poem, not concerned about respectability, 'I'd like to be a bad woman too... /And strut down the streets with paint on my face. So refreshing to read this.
They do some wonderful things. They have some wonderful fun. My mother sneers, but I say it’s fine How they don’t have to go in at quarter to nine. very fine poem. tony
I was a backyard girl with tomboy adventures. Would have preferred the front.