Mommy's on the couch. <br />Daddy's in his chair. <br />I'm sitting in a corner on a stool... <br />they put me here <br /> <br />'cause I did something naughty <br />that I'm not supposed to do. <br />I invented Permagosh <br />mixing things with their shampoo. <br /> <br />First, a real long worm of toothpaste, <br />then then a cloud of shaving cream, <br />then two glugs of mouthwash <br />('cause I like the color, green) . <br /> <br />I stirred it in a mixing bowl. <br />Boy, it smelled real good! <br />It was even looking better <br />than I ever thought it would. <br /> <br />... could it be a cure for cancer? <br />... take the itch from skeeter bites? <br />... or maybe heal a sunburn <br />when it hurts to sleep at night? <br /> <br />Two shakes of baby powder <br />made it way too hard to stir, <br />so I added Mommy's perfume. <br />Permagosh smelled just like her! <br /> <br />Then the bowl tipped over... <br />Permagosh was on the floor, <br />and when I turned around, <br />Mom and Dad were by the door. <br /> <br />Now Mommy's on the couch. <br />Daddy's in his chair. <br />I'm sitting in a corner on a stool... <br />they put me here.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/permagosh-children/
