Pippi Longstocking Poem by Trevor McLeod

Britches to shirt tails
in pigtails not pony.
She's Pippi the Longstocking,
her legs long and bony.

With raspberry lips
been parched by the sun.
Suspenders jacked up
to not come undone.

Her stitches to patches.
The clothes for a Jester.
Her uplifting laughter.
A fashion that's blessed her.

With red raven hair
and freckles to match.
Her teeth buck in front
on jaws for a latch.

Long stockings to thighs
and on past the knees.
Both comfortable wearing
and no-one to please.

A spunk little child.
with cheeks boldly out.
She's Pippi Longstocking!
Let's all give a shout!

Go Pippi! Go Pippi!
from your smile to your laugh.
You're the girl with stockings
pulled over her calf.