Poem: Look what I made, Mama

Look what I made Mama

A mess

No. A painting

The carpet’s stained

It’s abstract

This makes me mad

That makes me sad

Get the carpet cleaner, it’s under the sink

It dries out my finger skin

Scrub

Scrub

Scrub

So what do you think, Mama?

Use newspaper next time.

Nikki Majewski