Cheeky Girl

You’d think I’d note your cheeky grin,
And eyes quite clearly full of sin,
But each time with your baby blues,
You persuade your Mum to choose,
To see a child who’s all good,
And always does just as she should,
Who’d never, ever answer back,
And whose manners never lack.
You’d think I’d learn, you’d think I’d see,
But somehow it’s not meant to be.
Instead I trust you when you say
That you’ve done nothing wrong today,
When truth is concealed quite nearby,
And ranges from your sister’s cry,
To upturned crates and tipped out boxes
Or walls adorned with crayon foxes,
In truth I love your cheeky streak,
It tickles me throughout the week.