Like a Copse
Shariah had turquoise hair and rouge so red.
Usually people like this are copse, they’re dead.
She must be fifty-years old a teenager said.
I rolled my eyes, at this young corn-fed.
Fifty is my daughter’s age.
She is actually fifty-one, on a yearly gauge.
So for him to say fifty as if it is a hundred and two.
Made me extra feisty, so I gave him the bottom of my shoe.
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