THE PHOTO

This is Holly. she has collected money  from her neighbours, in a small jar. The money is a donation to the local,  'Kookaburra Pensioners Social Club'.
A photographer, from the Community newspaper, (arranged by Mrs T.) is  coming to take Holly's picture. Mrs T. is a kind neighbour, who helps Holly in lots of ways. She is especially helpful when Holly's mother is sick, which is most of the time.)


(Holly's thoughts)

'Holly'  by  Trish

I'm wearing my mother's high heels

I wanted to know how it feels,
To walk on air the way ladies  do.
Say, 'out of the way, off you go now, shoo!'

Grown up ladies make me feel so small
It must be the high heels that does it all,
I wish I could stop wobbling this way and that
Honestly, the only thing that feels right is my cap.

This dress-up belongs to my best friend,
Her mother Mrs T. washed it and gave it a mend,
'There were holes everywhere' she said.
Its so tight, its a wonder it went over my head

If I stand on one leg I have better balance,
My friend's mum said 'It'll be a challenge'.
But I don't care, as long as my picture looks good
Mrs T. said 'after all this trouble, so it bleedin well should.'

I won't walk around, I'll just stand still and wait,
I hope the photographer isn't late,
Standing on one leg is giving my a cramp,
And the bottom of the dress feels all damp

Mrs T, must think like me, she's shouted from the gate,
'Here he comes, here he comes, thank God he's not late.'
It's over now, I guess it went well, the picture's all done,
But there's one thing I learned for sure, wearing high heels is no fun.

Tushie