Honeycomb Hair
her honeycomb hair was dripping with saccharine.
The most liquid hair in all of Ohio, especially Ackron.
I laughed myself sick when it was sliding down her neck
And her back, down her legs onto the outside deck.
Tell me again why she replaced all her hair?
It was a dare, someone said. A silly innocent dare.
But will it grow back? Are there stubs under there?
Don't know, yes, maybe, who cares, said a gossiping bear.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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