She's a most peculiar child

i heard my mother once say

a half of piece of toast please

a half a glass of milk...if i may

not a crumb less...not a drop more

this is her own peculiar way

she doesn't look well in ruffles

she prefers her brothers jeans

ugly brown shoes with laces

tied in a most peculiar way

her hair is the color of field corn

plain as her unruffled frocks

she likes it slicked and tied back

looks quite odd with curly locks

she eats with a pickle fork

she bathes in her socks

no silly dolls with dresses

she likes collecting rocks

I was a surprised to discover

her words were spoken of me

for i never felt peculiar

simply happy to be me