Margeaux Rose,
Had extremely long toes,
And eyelashes that touched,
The tip of her nose.
Lovely and fine,
She could swing from a vine,
Left her sad rivals,
All way behind.
Boys thought she was neat,
(Despite her weird feet)
And pursued her—all howling,
Down every damned street.
The noise was so loud,
It soon drew a crowd,
And a cop who said,
“Well, this ain’t allowed!”
Margeaux escaped,
Made friends with an ape,
Lives with him now,
In a bower on the Cape.
She’s doing just great!
Paula Lyons, MD
6/1/1994
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certainly not the most complimentary poem a mother penned for her daughter
Your comment made me look at the date again! There is a typo, the date was actually 6/1/94, so she was 5 when I wrote it for her. And as a five-year-old, at the time, she thought it was awesome sauce! I’ll correct the date later when I finish cleaning out the fridge. It still smells like mahi-mahi.