Poor Scarecrow Creature
the patched up scarecrow has the saddest smile
You can find him at the corner of the ten foot mile
I wondered what happened to this poor little creature.
He is horrid-looking, a frightfully pathetic feature.
Grandma’s eyes were slipping when she made him.
He is lucky to have a smile said my evil twin.
I sometimes sit and watch this scarecrow toss and spin.
Feeling sorry that she made him during her dementia whim.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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