We are all going out.
Miss Tot’s nicely dressed.
But her hair is like that of a Fraggle at best!
I look at my watch.
We’re running quite late?
No matter – The playgroup will just have to wait!
So I get her to sit (which is no easy feat!)
Form an intricate plait (which is ever so neat!)
Secure with pink bobbles, it looks quite a site!
Despite all the effort I glow with delight.
So we rush out’ the door,
But I don’t understand.
Why does my Tot have pink bobbles in hand?
I swallow a swear word and try not to shout!
“Here you go Mummy,
… The wind blew them out!”
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