Cheeky With The World [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Late afternoon and the swimming pool’s call, yesterday’s
plunge into its delicious ice cold was fun, looking ahead
to doing it again, but first come my chores – a happy one
is to buy a birthday present for my cheeky little daughter
who smiles and chases me from her room

Who arrogantly parades and tells us we are behind-the-
time geeks, asks me secretly whether she is playing the
role of superior kid right, I say you’re doing fine, but
she disapproves of everything I touch, doesn’t like living
at home all that much - but she’s a most addictive little

Miss who picks only the choicest morsels for her plate and
complains we are trying to feed her too much, her dad pays
for the gym so she can go anytime, she laughs and stays in
the sanctuary of her room; I shall get her a make-up kit with
brushes and things so she can colour her pretty face before
going out to be

Cheeky with the rest of the world…