She was a singular character -
striding into school
and thumping a headless capon
upon the teacher's desk.
One year, she dressed only in snow.
She wore a ping-pong paddle
where her right hand should be
and slapped duck eggs over walls.
She went boss-eyed during intercourse.
She fired flaming tennis balls
from the back of her caravan,
and spoke in a tongue of her own invention.
She dived for pennies in the town fountain,
recommending onlookers 'go tell it to the judge'.
She died in her allotment, tending runnerbeans,
a day after her first tattoo. (it was of a volcano)
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