OH DEAR

• Terese Daley, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2017

FLOUR FLYING THROUGH THE AIR,
MESSY KITCHENS EVERYWHERE.
HER FACE LOOKS LIKE ITS KINDA GOLDEN,
WHILE SHE'S DOING ALL THE FOLDIN.
SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE'S ABOUT TO BURST,
I THINK I'VE REALLY DONE MY WORST.
I THINK THAT I SHOULD GO OUTSIDE,
OTHERWISE WE WILL COLLIDE.
SHE YELLS AT ME TO GET BACK HERE,
OH DEAR, OH DEAR, OH DEAR, OH DEAR.