Let Me Brush Your Tangled Hair Poem by David Darbyshire

Let Me Brush Your Tangled Hair



My sweet baby gets up after dark
A runs fast through the quiet green park
Returning looks tiered as she flops in the armchair
I say relax sweety let me brush your tangled hair

Darling looks fantastic as she sets off for work
Running phoning faxing and training the new clerk
Baby does a great job she’s an angel she really does care
When she gets home I say relax let me brush your tangled hair

After dinner and all the dishes are done
I dim the lights pop the cork now starts the fun
We roll scream and shout its the best ever I swear
Then she says to me let me brush your tangled hair

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patricia Gale 26 June 2007

Loving piece.... Mom always said if you find a man that will brush your hair or braid it stay with him.... never understood that till now....lol

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