WHY I WANT TO BE CLONED
I think I’ve found a reason why I’d want to be a clone,
Or cloned, to put it properly – besides not being “alone.”
If I were one of many, I’d wear new clothes day and night,
Have rings and watches, necklaces, bracelets, earrings bright.
One clone would wear my business suits, the discreet skirt and tie;
Another would look like Britney Spears’ clone –squeal! – they say: “She’s fly!”
The third would have all day to dress, perféct makeup and hair,
Choose curls, straight, Mohawk, limp, bouffant, wild colors, too – I’d swear
Each one was me, for so she’d be, and I’d be a fashionista.
I’ve got to say, this beats it all to hell with hats for Easter.
by Jean Hull Hermann
Diamond State Branch, DE