Exceptional A limerick and a quatrain Thirty (hopefully) Poems for April : Hair? Where? Don't Care! by Debra White

There was a young lady named Stella who didn't expose her glabella. She knew it was there beneath all the hair but she couldn't care a crapella.   --O--   In this world of judgement where there's pressure to fit in, be like our lovely Stella and embrace the skin you're in!       Author Notes I'm late starting NaPoWriMo this year, but I hope to catch up and write 30 poems in April.... getting there! Today, I've used the Amazing Fact Generator from mental floss.com to inspire me. The fact I used as a basis for my poem is this 'The space between your eyebrows is called the glabella.' a crapella - 1. (n) a painful or otherwise uncomfortable bowel movement resulting in audible vocalization of lament or relief. 2. (v) to audibly vocalise lament or relief while performing a bowel movement. (Urban Dictionary) Image courtesy of google

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