Sally Sue's Thick Hair
Sally Sue was a big-haired gal from Kalamazoo
She lived in a forest of green with tiny slivers of blue.
Her thick hair was her nemesis, her big boo-hoo
She was not any kind of hairdresser, little Sally Sue.
She meditated in the forest when a large black crow
Swooped down into her hair, and nested way below.
Right next to his rat and his family of twenty-seven.
Maybe I should shave it off, said her mother Heaven.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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