Finding Bigfoot

For BigFoot I searched everywhere. In all the Northwest, he’s not there! Then I thought I might know where a BigFoot might go . . . so I went where the barbers cut hair! To fit in and be like the rest of us humans, he’d look his best. so I went to each shop where I thought he might stop to have hair removed from his chest. To Hollywood soon I was led. I’d heard of a man with a head like a wolf’s, full of hair, making everyone stare. What I found was Hugh Jackman instead! Then a man I could not see too well crossed my path at a fancy hotel. When I got a good look, that was all that it took! It was furry but small, Steve Carell! The last guy I saw in that land of Hollywood stars acted grand. That guy, very hairy made Big Foot less scary. He went by the name Russell Brand. From Hasselhoff to Bradley Cooper, some hairy guys are super duper! I kept at my quest when to the southwest I moved, for I’m always a trooper. I searched high and low, five years more, but by then, I had grown very poor. I had always liked shoes, so thought I would choose a job in a classy shoe store. Like Carrie in “Sex in the City,” I loved my work, and I looked pretty with swank heels on my feet, yet I felt incomplete There was no Mr. Big! Such a pity! But while working one day without care. I looked up Can you guess who was there? This odd creature so tall made Shaquille look too small. And he hardly could hide all his hair! No fresh smelling flower was he, but kindly I sensed him to be. As I stooped down to put my hand on that Big Foot, I knew fate had led him to me! Written by Andrea Dietrich