Art-Work

My sister is painting a picture –

it’s something that she likes to do –

of rainbows and puppies and fairies,

using handfuls of green-pea goo.

 

She’s smearing the stuff on her high chair

so her fingers are turning quite green.

There are dribbles of glop in her eyebrows and ears;

it’s the grossest thing I’ve ever seen.

 

I cry to my mother “please stop her!”

but mom is too busy to care.

So sissy starts wiping the slop on her bib

and her arms and her legs and her hair.

 

I think that my stomach’s revolting

I can’t wait until she’s all done.

But she’s cooing and laughing and

splashing and such . . .

So I might as well join in the fun.