Margaret Kollmer

Bad Hair Day? ....I Mean Bad Poetry!

What is this world so full of hair
It can be seen just everywhere
Growing out of noses
And other places too….
And what about those dreadful ads
Girls lifting arms up for the lads
To choose the best part of their bods
Really I am quite at odds….
....and garbage cans hiding there?
Has no one ever heard of Nair?

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I woke up this morning with you in my head
And saw, as I turned, you were not in my bed
I wanted to reach out to give you a hug
But all that I touched was a juicy bed bug.
: -)

Poem Submitted: Friday, July 17, 2009
Poem Edited: Saturday, May 12, 2012

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Comments about Bad Hair Day? ....I Mean Bad Poetry! by Margaret Kollmer

  • Carol Gall (7/17/2009 7:47:00 AM)

    lol good write bit of humor is nice

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