Growing Pains

Little Penny Pimlico,
Wasn’t all that tall,
She checked her height most every night,
And drew upon the wall.

Now every week that line would creep,
A tiny fraction more,
And little Penny Pimlico,
Was taller than before.

But Penny was impatient,
And stumbled on the notion,
To speed the process up a bit,
And blend a growing potion.

Penny took some mustard,
Some gravy mix and lime,
She added lots of chocolate milk,
Some lemon grass and thyme.

She stirred her potion clockwise,
And it turned a nasty brown,
It didn’t look or smell so good,
But she quickly gulped it down.

She started feeling rather odd,
As she drank a little more,
So she let a little burp escape,
Then closed her bedroom door.

Little Penny woke that night,
To a rather bloated feeling,
Her belly had expanded,
And was heading for the ceiling

Penny clutched her belly,
And wondered what was wrong,
Then let one massive burp escape,
That was fourteen minutes long.

Penny was delighted,
When she opened up her eyes,
Her big and bloaty belly,
Had shrunk back down to size.

What a rotten magic potion,
Little penny said,
I’d hoped for extra inches,
But it gave me gas instead.

©RS2012