The Tail of the Opossum
By Carolyn L. Primm
Opossum’s tail so long and sleek
Served well for quite a while,
Until the year sleek tails were out,
And bushy were in style.
Opossum sulked and stared at skunk,
“I want a tail like that!
But it would take a miracle
My hair’s so thin and flat.”
Fantasia Fox made promises,
“Opossum don’t be sad!
I have the stuff to add some fluff.
The cost won’t be too bad.”
I’d like to say Opossum kept
Her money, every pence,
Opossum had the dollars,
But, she was slightly short on sense.
Opossum crawled up in the chair,
Fantasia stood behind,
Swept on a cloak and sweetly spoke,
“Girl, you will look divine!”
Opossum sat with patience,
Fantasia truly tried.
But, in the end, I fear, my friend,
Possum’s tail looked electrified.
Nearsighted as Opossum was
She could not see her end
She believed the guff that her tail was fluffed,
And the ravings of her friends.
Opossum’s friends still loved her,
Tail styles they change real soon,
So, when Opossum left the shop,
There was no need for gloom.
Possum’s troubles are behind her,
However you interpret that, the words are true,
So, if you cannot change the facts
Just change your point of view.