Pat the Bird Nest Woman
The dye job on Pat’s hair was patchwork at best.
Colors popping in and out all the way to her chest.
Beautician not licensed she just confessed.
But did she do it as a dare, joke or was it a jest?
Pat knew for sure her hairstyle was completely messed.
When robins landed and made an untidy nest.
Someone asked her if she was a little stressed.
Not really she replied. It’s just a tiny test.
Pat was featured on talk shows as a night guest.
Spectators referred to the nest as a pest.
Pat held intimate feelings close to her vest.
Featuring her hair with abnormally bright zest.
A man fell in love with Pat; he was from somewhere west.
He brought her pink roses to make a love conquest.
They fell in love and their union was blessed
With five darling children, and this is no jest.
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