Wig Poem by Dorsey Baker

I was strolling along
In the park one day
When I noticed a black wig
Lying upon the ground
I bent down attempting to pick up and
Examine the black wig further
When my hand started to feel
Some resistance
The wig started to pull away from
My hand like a magnet or something
Was holding it down to the ground
Then I saw a small canal of water

Full of some strange looking bugs
An army of them were taking the
Wig away with them
For whatever purpose
I cannot imagine
It was the strangest thing
I have ever witnessed
In all
Of my life
What would these strange
Looking bugs find so interesting
About that ugly black wig