Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

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.

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L Milton Hankins March 10, 2022 at 9:41 AM Hmmm...did this come about because you had your hair professionally done? I'm sure they didn't fry your hair, Caren. I do believe that some hairstylists can be vindictive and take it out on a customer they don't particularly like. I know of a real case...with Deb. She never went back to that woman. Caren Krutsinger March 10, 2022 at 11:59 PM It written as a reply to a photo writing prompt where irate was a mug shot and the name was Betty Jean.