Erin McShearin
By Jill Burrus
Erin McShearin
had nothin’ to wear and
she didn’t much care
for that.
She had a hat
and a coat
with the buttons all broke
and her pants were all worn
where she sat.
Her shoes had unglued
at their sight,
she “poo-poohed”
and she would never
wear a pin-stripey shirt.
She turned up her nose
flung the outfit mom chose