Ragtag faerie was born in the bowels of a retail store bin.
He dressed daily in whatever he wanted, which was not a sin.
One time he found a discarded sequined pink mermaid fin.
You look pretty foxy! Said his persnickety uptight all-together twin.
I am feeling my glory, I am in the best place, I guess, you can say.
He loved dressing up every night, and sleeping almost every day.
He and his twin after nine o’clock p.m. would get out items and play.
They loved the resale shop ever so much, and decided to stay.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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