WHY CAROL SUE ALWAYS MISSED THE SCHOOL BUS
by
Judy Dunn
I can’t make up my mind
I don’t know what to wear,
Another problem is
How to wear my hair
I have long red hair
I sometimes fix with clips,
When I wear it loose,
It hangs down to my hips
There are six different ways
I can wear my long red hair
Pushed up or pushed down,
With a bow here and there
Swept up in back
With some curls on one side,
Two braids or one,
I can’t always decide
A pony tail is nice,
Tied with a bow,
With very long bangs,
Oops! My forehead won’t show
Should I wear my red tights
With my purple sweater?
No, my blue and white blouse,
I think that’s better
I’LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL
I’M STILL NOT DRESSED,
I CAN’T MAKE UP MY MIND
I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S BEST
Brown and white beads
With my green striped dress,
Dark blue tights,
They won’t match I would guess
Mom calls up
From the kitchen below,
Hurry up and get dressed.
You’re much too slow
She tells me it’s late,
I’ll miss the school bus,
I HAVE TO MAKE UP MY MIND
I know I should rush
She wails my breakfast
Is getting old,
In fact she says,
IT’S GROWING MOLD!!!
Darn that bus,
It’s always on time,
Why can’t it come later?
It’s really a crime !!!
The bus driver won’t wait,
I know that’s the rule,
But for Heaven’s sake,
He makes me miss school
It’s the bus driver’s fault,
He doesn’t give me time,
I can’t help it if
I CAN’T MAKE UP MY MIND
He
comes too early,
I could cry, I could weep,
He’s really a nerd,
Gosh, I’m still half-asleep
Don’t blame the driver
My mother shouts,
YOU HAVE TOO MANY CLOTHES,
THAT’S WHAT IT’S ABOUT
She thinks that I
Have too many clothes,
BUT SHE BOUGHT THEM ALL,
FROM MY HEAD TO MY TOES!!
I HAVE TO MAKE UP MY MIND
And pick something to wear,
I can’t spend much more time
In my pink underwear
I look in my closet
For the twentieth time,
I’ll wear my white skirt
With the zebra design
Or I’ll wear my green dress
With the white satin sash,
High purple socks,
Better not, they will clash
My brother is laughing
What does he know?
HE WEARS THE SAME CLOTHES,
FIVE DAYS IN A ROW!!
He puts on my hat,
Turns it inside out,
Makes a hideous face,
He’s a creep, there’s no doubt
He tells me that
I shouldn’t have hair,
Then it wouldn’t matter
What I wear
His crew cut is ugly
Makes his head look too small,
Screwed into his neck,
It looks like a ball
I’ll wear my light blue dress
And my red straw hat,
With my big brown jacket
No, it makes me look fat
Should I wear my hair up
Or swept to the side?
With red bows on top
I still can’t decide
I’ll wear my bright orange blouse
That covers my knees,
Or my green dress with flowers,
NO, IT MIGHT ATTRACT BEES!!!
My bright yellow skirt?
No, it’s much too tight,
YOU CAN SEE MY PANTIES
WHEN I STAND IN THE LIGHT!!!
I look
out the window,
The bus just arrived,
But I’m still in pajamas,
I STILL CAN’T DECIDE
My green blouse with pads
Makes my shoulders look square,
LIKE A FOOTBALL PLAYER,
No, all the kids will stare
My closet is stuffed
With so many clothes,
I’d wear my red dress,
But it covers my toes
There are clothes on the chairs,
Clothes on the floor,
Clothes on the stairs,
BUT THERE’S STILL ROOM FOR MORE!!!
My teacher calls,
Carol Sue are you sick?
You’ve missed so much school,
Please get well quick
I tell her that
I can barely breathe,
When I start to walk,
I begin to sneeze
That my knees buckle under
When I start to walk,
The reason is,
It hurts when I talk
That my nose is stuffed
My eyes are red,
I really have to
Go back to bed
I feel so bad
‘cause I told her a lie,
I will tell you that,
I started to cry
But what can I do?
I know I’ll fail in school,
I CAN’T MAKE UP MY MIND,
I guess I’m a fool
But I continue to think
About what I should wear,
My dark blue skirt
With the circle and square?
I’ll make only one braid,
There’s no time for two,
Add an old orange bow
That somehow looks new
I look for a skirt,
One’s under the bed,
No, I think I’ll wear
My green jumper instead
Mom starts to screech,
You’ve missed the bus,
It’s the tenth time it’s happened,
She makes a big fuss
My brother crows,
You’re not very bright,
Why can’t make up your mind?
So he starts a fight
All you care about
Are your clothes and your hair,
WHAT ABOUT SCHOOL?
Don’t you care?
He yanks my braid,
Pulls my hair,
Roars, YOU BETTER FIND
SOMETHING TO WEAR
Get out of my room,
I give him a push,
He falls over backwards,
Lands right on his tush
So he hides all my clothes,
Except my blue dress,
There’s no time for my hair,
Oh, what a mess!
Then he grabs my hand,
Pulls me out to the street,
Even though I don’t have
Shoes on my feet
IN SCHOOL I CAN’T
KEEP UP WITH THE CLASS,
I’M FAILING SCIENCE,
MUSIC AND MATH
MY BROTHER WAS RIGHT,
I GUESS HE’S NO FOOL,
HE HAD WARNED ME THAT
I’D FAIL IN SCHOOL
I FINALLY REALIZE
I HAVE TO FIND
A WAY OF MAKING
UP MY MIND
THEN A BRAINSTORM STRIKES!!!
LIKE A LIGHTENING BOLT,
I’M SO MAD AT MYSELF,
I’VE BEEN SUCH A DOLT
IT WAS REALLY SO EASY,
I’VE FOUND THE WAY,
I’LL WEAR JEANS AND A T-SHIRT
EVERY DAY!!!
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If you have questions or comments, send them to Judy Dunn at dunnjm@eckerd.edu
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