Mable Pt Fetter
She wore her art in socks and mittens at first
But then she began designing her t-shirts, and even worse…
She decorated her lampshades, or maybe, even better
No one’s house looked like hers, Mable P.T. Fetter
She is odd some said, but they were not friends of mine.
I thought her colorful things were mighty and fine.
Spent time with her, listening to stories that were colorful too.
She was not the norm, so now, wouldn’t you?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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