Very Bad Poetry

My mother does this all the time
makes me so sick I have to rhyme
don't want to do it so I climb
She thinks we are a paradigm
I feel that I look like a mime
I try to take a lot of time
while my sister sits and sucks a lime
My mother begins to yell. I'm
going to be in trouble if I don't get dressed
in the same absurd outfit that she thinks looks best
my sister's is the same but in a separate color
Our shoes and hats both match
Mom tosses our shoes for us to catch
While for cookie dough she makes a new batch
My sister and I share a look
Since we know that our mother can't cook
I cringe and cry as I pull on my tights
I would so much rather be playing with kites
The frills and lace bug my skin
I want to throw them in the trash bin
I cannot stand the color and pattern
One day this outfit will burn
Easter is my favorite holiday
But getting dressed for it I keep at bay
I'm younger than my older sis
I want to be like her except for this
The ugly dress and a horrid straw hat
I look like a doll so I sit on my mat
Why does my Mom do this to me
I cannot stand it just let me be
Its Sunday morning and we have church
If I look in the mirror my stomach will lurch
I look so ugly but my mom won't understand
Making your children match, that should be banned.

tori thompson has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of tori's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of tori's latest works: