My Wondrous Hair: A Silly Little Ditty Poem by U R Able

How I love my hair!
It grows up here and-d-d
It grows down there
My hair sprouts most everywhere

Except on my face
and my short, sweet toes
Certainly not on my breasts
nor in my button nose

My virginal tresses match at
all points of the compass
No dye job or highlights
Who needs that dumb fuss?

Rich brown like beef gravy
with strands lightened by the sun
My mane is long and wavy
Always free and undone

No 'product' - no blow dryer
Yes, I'm a child of the natural
(Tho' I remove some as required
for sensual moments, 'tis factual)

Don't like it all bare 'there'
what kind of fun is that?
Without a little somethin'-somethin'
the friction falls flat

So, come on over and play
with my hidden curls someday
For you I'll make a tent of hair
where mmm-y delights are laid bare



17 May '06