Ann Abercrombie

(Birmingham, Alabama, USA)

Making Over - Poem by Ann Abercrombie

She doesn't fit my box,
he said.
So I'll just cut her where I've
marked in red.
Oh no! She still won't go inside.
She is just a bit too wide.
So I'll take a little off each side.
She fits my box at last,
he said.
And he was right but
she was dead.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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