All this, you cannot call it helmet, nor fur
I wonder, how much it all must itch her
All this critter is always rambling on her skin
Where it came from; when — her knowledge is thin
She sees them come and go; they change much
They eat each other; they have a cruel touch
And, they love each other sometimes to a fault
Strangely, she is the only neighbour with bugs default
Sun, Uranus, Pluto: Their baldness gives them sophisticated chique
However, she admits, it is good to be unique
Yet, being your own crowd, comes with a price
July 30: Flash Fiction Challenge
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YRVW 💛⭐ I enjoyed writing this