Hair - Poem by Anne Gable
Hair, tossed and tangled seamans crown,
the waters' angry all around,
while sea rages, spits-and soars
ship rocks and rolls, ..super star aboard?
does grammas hair look more silver than before,
or is flour in her hair, -and I'm imagining more?
reddish curls on the play ground boy,
who pulls our hairs -his angry ploy!
I love the hair on daddy's head,
(I'm glad that he and mommy wed)
tho spots are bare.. there's room for more,
I will buy him some at a hairy store,
baby's hair, oh! smells so sweet, I kiss her head,
- then I repeat!
Mommys' hair is long as rope,
my brothers' hair is gone from dope,
neighbors hair has icky smell,
like cigars and gasoline.. oh well.
my dolly's hair is shiny bright,
..it matters when I bed at night!
and grammpas hair I can't ignore..
says he lost it in a war..
and teachers hair, looks like a nest,
the place where all the birdies rest,
My sisters hair is wild and furious,
I watch it bounce because I am curious,
so my best friend.. whom I adore,
got sick...and now it's on the floor.
my bird who speaks to me has said,
'MY hair's the feathers on my head'!
and then my dog, who's a rare breed,
said 'I am bald' so hair - who needs?
oops- mommy's voice floats thru the air,
To tell me, - time to wash my hair,
I'm hiding now up in the loft,
she knows not, that I've cut mine off!
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