Saleh he vanquished, too;
A hero he was then elected,
With nothing else to do.
The wig lifted itself, the curls applauding enthusiastically. It was evidently pleased.
Grete Wauzer: “The Caterpillar.”
The caterpillar, free from care,
Crawls on the tree just over there.
“Descriptive poetry. A daring idea—the caterpillar crawling on the tree free from care.”
Wig: Quiet.
Ah, the pleasure of a wig is short-lived! And how soon was this one—but I will not anticipate. Soon, all too soon, the reader will know the worst.