make that one look like a trollop
Make that one look like a trollop grandma said.
We thought that she had lost it; blown something inside her head.
Here are the clothes I want this doll to wear.
She insisted on choosing everything, with a special care.
Grandpa came in, saw the doll, spun around and ran out.
“It’s his old girlfriend from church!” His son yelled with a shout.
“Make her lips oversized, abnormal and red,” Grandma said.
Grandpa did not return until he wanted to be supper fed.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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