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| Little Girl In a Blue Armchair by Mary Cassatt |
She has brought her paints
She's here to do your portrait so
There best be no complaints
Sit upon this wooden stool
Do not make a fuss
Be a little angel and
Do not embarrass us
But Mother, dear, this stool, I fear
Is really much too hard
I'm tired and I'm bored
I want to go play in the yard
Don't be so fresh! You listen now
Or else I'm going to scold
Get yourself up on that stool
And do just what you're told
Perhaps that big, blue armchair
Might be a better fit
I'll even let my doggie come
To be in your portrait
Okay, I'll try to sit still but
This dress, it makes me itch
It's stiff and hot and pokes me
I can feel its every stitch
Stop slouching, Child, you've wrinkled
Your lovely little dress
And get that pout off of your face
This portrait's such a mess!
submitted for Poetry Potluck 44, Painting Whispers, at Jingle Poetry
