what now
Sheila dyed her hair burgundy and we asked “what now?”
She got rid of her chickens, her horse, her donkey and her cow.
Replacing them with a peacock, dog, cat, pelican and lion.
Her husband ran off, we all saw his feet fly’n.
That’s okay Sheila told us. I do not need a man.
I can do it all, with pizzazz and spit, I can farm this land.
The lion was the best security guard she ever had.
Her impromptu zoo was happy, and for this I was glad.
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