Red cherry lipstick
I hate red lipstick!
It honestly makes me sick
Still makes me so mad, that I want to throw bricks

“Well, was it pink that you wanted?”
“No, that color makes me think vomit”
With a shrug, lipstick flaunted
Mom said, “I already bought it.”

Hat pulled down, teeth grinded
I put the lipstick on behind it
Return it? Not without the seal binded
But no! Exchange was my ticket

And if I stomp to the store
And demand back Mom’s lucor
I’ll get five dollars back, money galore!
And boy, will I tell those pukers…

The color is like bubblegum
Gone bad, a spray of roses
Shattered on glass, it smells like rum!
And I’d not be seen with it on even for Moses!

So I silently rise, quietly creep
Mom must not know
And then I leap
Across my bed and the out the window

I ran toward the street
But then ugh, who could appear?
Mom on the walk, with hot Sven Pete!
Dang! My lips, so pink, I shed a tear

And he saw, he saw!
My unfortunate plight
But wow I had to say “pshaw?!”
When he said, “Yo, that’s tight.”

“Great lips girl, that pink
Makes me think of salmon
Say, what dya say we link up
And go play some backgammon?”

I almost fainted, I almost died
The hottest guy at school had
Just hurt my pride!

So with a sniff, I snapped
“Here! You take it!”
His face was then wapped
My hand fervently hit

I gave up lipstick from then on
Because, although purple was nice,
Why look like a wannebe icon?!
And frankly, I would rather wear mice

Now I wear cherry chapstick
Tastes so much better!
And boy, I still get a kick
Out of Jimmy’s forever on proclaimed facial fester