Her Crowning Glory

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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