Oh, sweet child of mine,
what mess is this you have made?
what’s this in your hair?
Oh, dear child of mine,
blonde strands all wet and oily,
clinging to your face.
Oh, Lord, child of mine,
I know this sweet smelling goo,
What were you in to?
Oh, no, child of mine,
you went snooping in my room,
that was hidden well.
Oh, oh child of mine,
Of course company’s coming,
we must get this clean!
Oh, god, child of mine,
That box ain’t for little eyes.
How to wash this out?
Oh, good, child of mine,
Dish soap, what a smart idea,
To dissolve the oil.
Oh, but, child of mine,
what of this sweet, cherry scent
will anyone ask?
Oh, hell, child of mine,
you left the tube in plain sight,
for our guests to see.
Oh, man, child of mine,
My friends had a real good laugh,
At my reddened face.
Oh, dear child of mine,
Humility and humor,
are gifts 'midst true friends.
Oh, sweet child of mine,
someday I’ll retell this tale,
much to your dismay.
About the Creator
C. Lea Roufley
I'm a 27 year old wife and mom of three. Engaged. Born and raised in Montana. I've been writing since I was a kid and published a book at 17. Haven't written much in recent years, hoping to get back into it through this forum.
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I also like the poem's rhythm and flow. It is easy to read and understand, and it has a natural rhythm to it.