Please Mr.Custer Poem by Carolyn Sears

Over in the valley of the stars

Filled with bow arrows and
Grass

Laying on their bellies crawling
Around

Trying to keep our hair

I think we need to contact Mr
Custer

Come on Mr Custer help us
Please

For we want look good without
Our hair

It’s so cold over in this valley

You can tell how the stars twinkle
And dropp the confetti

Frost is dripping off the moon

Freezing us straight down to our
Shoes

Please, Mr Custer

Bring us some thermal socks

Don’t forget the long johns for it’s
Gave my knee frost bite

Who you out their?

Waiting to take our scalp

Dating will be no more for

Who want a bald head woman?

So we’ll fighting to keep our hair

Into this valley of the stars

It’s just know kidding around

Even thou the valley light’s up
So beautiful

It’s just a figment of your illusion

Come on Mr Custer

Please move a bit faster

If not we”ll be force to stay in this
Permanent pose

With icicles hanging as confetti

Down in this valley of the stars

With icicles been our tomb