We All Loved Peacock Woman
How did Esma ever get so beautiful? I asked her grandmother.
The rest of their family was as attractive as possum roadkill.
Just lucky I guess she told me.
Then I heard the story.
Esma with the vibrant red hair had been an orphan.
Found by a peacock, who did his best to raise her.
He passed when she was two.
And these uglies got her.
I know I should be more sensitive
But I’m not.
I like beauty.
Anyway, she grew up to look like a beautiful peacock.
Esma had a fine life full of golds, emeralds and blues.
She was the life of every party.
And we all loved her.
Even the uglies.
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