Fry Betty Jean
Bonnie Jean destroyed someone's hair
On a dare, yes, on a dare.
She was arrested, which I felt was fair.
There was hatred in the air.
She meant to do it, that was plain.
The woman with the bald head will never be the same.
Fry her, I yell as loud as I cry. Tie her to a tree, starve Bonnie Jean!
I am all about vengeance, for my hair is too unsightly to be seen.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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