I'm five
and for my school picture
I'm wearing a dress
starched and pressed.
Mother has pinned
a gardenia in my hair.
And Mother is upset
that yesterday
I took the scissors
and cut
my own bangs.
Do you like your school pictures? For today, let's try writing a poem about your experience with school pictures. Did you ever forget it was picture day? Were you ever sick on picture day? Did your hair get messed before the picture?
