My little 'un is no Princess,
For I'm no Yang Di Pertuan;
Of her Dad, she seems to agree,
But of herself, she thinks she's one;
Admittedly, in abetting the case,
I'm guilty;
What can I do,
I have no plea,
Sara is only three.
Between queenie and subject loyal,
Between Dad's attempts futile,
To get the tiker to mend her style,
And give up her ritual,
Of being a little tot feudal,
There develops daily a battle royale.
The battle field is the settee
In front of the tv,
Which she hounds,
Refusing to give ground.
This is where she pitches
Her ensemble of imaginary
Pots, pans and dishes,
Made up of my toiletry,
Stationery and gadgetry.
This is where she scrimps,
Eyes glued to the screen,
Grubby fingers wiggling
To find the mouth;
Half enters, the rest goes south;
Mopping up is Dad's deed
Mashy, messy but necessary.
RC in her free hand,
She commandeers
All the cartoon channels,
Disney, Nickelodean, CN.
In the shadows Dad
Stands back, egad,
His is to nibble,
The dry biscuit Sara swivels,
Signalling his lot
Is not to quibble
Over the stuff from the pot
Or the missed tv news slot.
For I'm no Yang Di Pertuan;
Of her Dad, she seems to agree,
But of herself, she thinks she's one;
Admittedly, in abetting the case,
I'm guilty;
What can I do,
I have no plea,
Sara is only three.
Between queenie and subject loyal,
Between Dad's attempts futile,
To get the tiker to mend her style,
And give up her ritual,
Of being a little tot feudal,
There develops daily a battle royale.
The battle field is the settee
In front of the tv,
Which she hounds,
Refusing to give ground.
This is where she pitches
Her ensemble of imaginary
Pots, pans and dishes,
Made up of my toiletry,
Stationery and gadgetry.
This is where she scrimps,
Eyes glued to the screen,
Grubby fingers wiggling
To find the mouth;
Half enters, the rest goes south;
Mopping up is Dad's deed
Mashy, messy but necessary.
RC in her free hand,
She commandeers
All the cartoon channels,
Disney, Nickelodean, CN.
In the shadows Dad
Stands back, egad,
His is to nibble,
The dry biscuit Sara swivels,
Signalling his lot
Is not to quibble
Over the stuff from the pot
Or the missed tv news slot.
6 comments:
my cousin is soo cute..like me :P
yerp, love this one a lot. especially the part u wrote bout her controlling the remote control. i find it funny, well, i like to do that too. say hi to her for me~
am very touch by your words...its gets me right thru the heart..l can see how protective and devoted you are to her ..l don't blame you, l could too, if am in your shoes...it also reminds us how old we are getting...we should be more like her,so care free and happy, as if there is nothing wrong with the whole world!...that is whats wrong with all of us we think too much of other people's problem never our own..! thanks dear you've open up my eyes now.. work is not everthing... we need to sit down and relaxs and appreciate life more...the simple things of life sometimes are the most wonderful times of your lifes...while we've it, cherish and appreciate it!...thanks dear for letting me share this moment..am so touch...!
Sara is a darling! Though a widdle bit spoiled ;o)
Don't you thinks it is funny. When we were young we have to give way to elders. Now that we have our children and grand children, we have to give way to the young ones.
Yap: True, true. Thanks for dropping by.
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