Fidgety Fiona


Fidgety Fiona
Could never sit still
It was easy to see
That is was against her will

She was quite the charmer
At the age of eight
And there wasn’t a single person
Who didn’t think she was great

A free-spirit she was
With a strong desire to please
And she could often be found
Rescuing kittens from trees

Her sweet disposition
Left her loved by all
And she’d stick up for her friends
Though she was very small

Never a day went by
That she didn’t wear a smile
And she had the cutest button nose
With a one-of-a-kind style

She was certainly hard to resist
A fair-haired bright girl
Now she’s married to a loser
Whose name is Earl

© 2018 Michelle Cook

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17 thoughts on “Fidgety Fiona

    1. Me too… now she’s working in a dinner, getting her butt slapped every 5 minutes by the construction workers who come in at lunch. Earl just stays at home, eating milk duds, drinking beer, and watching The Dukes of Hazzard all day. 😋


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