Caren Krutsinger Poet Light Verse

Hair On Her Legs Was Weaving Itself

The hair on her legs was weaving itself into braids
Adding beads and colored yarn
While she slept 

She woke once, feeling a pinch
But had no idea 
what it was 

until the next day 
when it was warm enough to wear shorts
And people began discussing it

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Kurt Ravidas April 22, 2019 at 4:44 PM Holy sheet and blanket! What are you doing, Caren? My oolong is on the monitor now)) Caren Krutsinger April 23, 2019 at 4:11 AM I am "playing" poetry, Kurt!

M. L. Kiser April 22, 2019 at 3:27 PM Now there's a thought! A very hairy one. Quite a colorful piece of imagery! Caren Krutsinger April 23, 2019 at 4:12 AM Hahahaha Love it myself, and I wrote the silly thing.

Jennifer Proxenos April 22, 2019 at 12:48 PM Oh this is certainly a laugh - in fact hysterical - a good sense of humour you have Caren. Poetry hugs, Jennifer. Caren Krutsinger April 23, 2019 at 4:12 AM Thank you Jennifer. I am always looking around for something funny and when I looked down. Voila! There it was.

Jan Allison April 22, 2019 at 6:35 AM hilarious made me think of one of the headmistresses at school lol:-) hugs Jan xx Caren Krutsinger April 22, 2019 at 8:17 AM I was looking at my own legs when it "hit me".