Sue turns into a Tree
Turning into a tree did not happen instantly
It takes a lot of time, space and mystical energy.
The huntsman saw it happen, the mushroom hunter too.
Both had no idea that she was my missing cousin Sue.
Sue had always wanted to be an elm, hickory or oak.
The rest of us knew her heart, this was in no way a joke.
She spent so much time in the forest, she grew some roots.
We no longer have to tolerate her smelly flatulent toots.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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