MutantConspiricy

Ode To Little Girls (or 'Who'd Be A Mother?' ) Sugar and spice and all things nice That's what little girls are made of. Except… When they pee on the floor And slam every door Thump their brother hard straight in the eye Or they pull the cat's tail Then try to eat snails Calmly tell you an out-and-out lie. Dreaming of kittens and warm, woollen mittens That's what little girls are meant to do. Except… When they're screaming for sweets And demanding rich treats Or refusing to do as they're asked Throwing tantrums galore (Or themselves to the floor) When you just try to give them a bath. Glitter and lacey frills, fai