T’was the night before Picture Day, and all was a fright
What to wear? What to wear?
Will I be able to sleep tonight?
Let’s lay out our clothes, our jewelry and bows,
Heaven forbid we didn’t paint our toes.
When just before bedtime, I heard quite a clunk,
Ross and Maisie’s heads’ collided and went bonk.
Maisie’s forehead was swelling, purple and round,
A goose-egg was forming and not going down.
When the next morning finally came,
All I could say, was thank God for bangs.
So creative and so true.
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