A Poem About My Other Girls

So, I was reading my poetry textbook today, and I felt like writing another poem. As it usually goes, I couldn't think of anything to write, so I asked Sarah for a topic. She told me to write about my daughter's hair. It got a bit off track, but Sarah and I compiled a fairly decent poem, I think. I'd love to hear any of your thoughts.

My firstborn daughter, just-turned-three,

Strolls near enough to reach.

With words and touch, I praise her locks,

Then suffer through her screech.

"I hate my hair, it's dumb!" She swears,

Abhorrence fills her eyes.

Cautious, I withdraw my love

And, meek, apologize.

Then second daughter, nearly two,

Climbs up into my lap.

"You're beautiful," I say to her,

And get a grievous slap.

"I a' no' bewful!" She asserts.

Then, gracelessly she flees.

Stunned, I wonder how my girls

Learned so much Disagreese.