A strange tribe

Whilst down in the woodland I found a new race
Who wore colourful clothes and put paint on their face.
They talked a strange language and had a strange smell.
Were they happy or angry? I just couldn’t tell.
They had hair down their backs and their claws, they were long.
They spoke in high voices and sometimes in song.
They took it in turns to perform a weird dance
Which I watched from my hideout, enthralled and entranced.
I forgot to stay hidden. They heard me I think.
They chased me and caught me and dressed me in pink.
They blushed up my cheeks, tied my hair up in curls,
And said, “That’ll teach you for spying on girls!”

A strange tribe

Mike Lucas

Plymouth, United Kingdom

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