Irish Hairdresser Poem by Matt Mondschein
Irish Hairdresser
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/6/2024 10:18:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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..