Nancys Holly Berry Hair
the new technique gave Nancy the looks she was striving for
Her hair looks like holly berries, said her doggie, Thor
That is what she was after said the cat who is always smug
The tips were pointy, when I gave her a tiny hug
Thor stared at Nancy’s hair as it walked down the street
Red and green hair, how could that be beat?
It was nearly Christmas week, after all
Her new hair was holly berries, pointy, colorful and tall
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