Tough Stuff-- That Fluff
Sally got a spot on “Survivor” island
Short, thin and blonde, men regarded her as “fluff”
What they didn’t see was her will to beat them
She was determined to prove she had the stuff
Standing first in line to dive off a high cliff
And land without harm in deep water below
One man joked, “Best be careful, Miss Sally Fluff”
Muscle-laden big guys thought they ran the show
Sally glared and whispered, “I’m gonna teach you”
Somersaulting in air, landing perfectly
Then among all the men apprehension grew
Biggest lug of all started to feel sickly
It was Jason’s turn to dive; he felt dizzy
The drop seemed so far to where Sally waded
“Go ahead and dive,” Sal yelled, “it was easy”
Tables had turned as Sal goaded and baited
Jason turned and ran back to his team’s tepee
Then all the men fled; this challenge looked too rough
For the first time in Survivor history
The prize was won by a gal they’d called “fluff”
*Entry for Carol Brown’s “Fluff” contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
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