© 2014 by P Michael Biggs
Sally
Lin cut her chin
She
used to grin; now she is chagrined
Skin
hangs where her chin has been
Some
may say it’s her dorsal fin
Her chin will heal
It will, it will
It will likely peel
Now that’s the deal
When she is well
She must not dwell
On what befell
Of her chin tale
She’s only a girl
With a big long curl
And with a swirl
She gives it a twirl
That hides the cut
On Sally Lin’s chin
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