THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL...

This was an assignment to rewrite a nursery rhyme:

By Danna Shirley 

In consult with Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There was a little girl

Who had a little curl,
that hung down right across her nose.

 

She would flip it and flop it,

snip it and crop it,

But it never seemed away it would go.

Now sometimes she was frustrated

And sometimes she was aggravated

And sometimes she was really provoked.

But whether good or bad,

Tamed or blamed,

She would never, never, never give up.

She visited the beauty shop.

She visited the barber shop.

And as a last resort she went to her Mama.

The beauty shop gave no results.

The barber shop was a huge insult.

But Mama was the absolute right adult.

Mama whipped it and twisted it,

She twirled it and curled it,

And her first look in the mirror was a dream.

Now the little girl

Had a bedazzled little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead.