Matt Mondschein

Rookie - 110 Points (3/16/60 / Macungie, PA.)

Irish Hairdresser - Poem by Matt Mondschein

My hearts pounding
Every hair stands
On end
Her beauty, my trap
So young and innocent
Double blades
Clipping
Hair today
Gone tommorow
Diced on the deck
Gleaming eyes
On her redhead
Feelings like this
Don't come often
Monthly, not soon enough
Seems like eternity
My growth is slow
I'm wanting to see her
Quickly
Rushing to the store
Rogaine is purchased
Grow
Grow
Grow


Comments about Irish Hairdresser by Matt Mondschein

  • (3/23/2007 10:24:00 AM)

    Ta tú cailín ana dheas ar fad -- Irish language
    Taw too colleen on a yas er fod -- phonetically
    Your a very lovely girl -- translation

    We all need an opening line... hope this helps... liked the poem too... good luck..
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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, September 16, 2011


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