Sunday, September 7, 2008

this is for my grandma...

there are many poems and little quips that my grandma can recite, which we all LOVE,
but today Elli reminded me of one in particular....


there was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead
and when she was good
she was very good
BUT
when she was bad
she was horrid.




I don't think I would EVER label Elli as horrid, but occasionally she does things that are questionable. however "questionable" doesn't quite work in the poem I guess.
you would never no it....but it's true

1 comment:

Caleb and Marci said...

This was always a favorite poem of people in my family... they would say it to me, and I am sure that when I talked out loud as a little kid I was horrid. :-) The girls are so big.