Freaking Bald
I glanced at her nails
saw fins and scales
Reached for her hair
Hmm. Nothing there
Took her right hand
felt just like sand
Looked at her face
Is she from outer space
Next time I'll not tempt fate
and agree to a blind date
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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