Phil Soar

Gold Star - 49,347 Points (28.06.1952)

Old Age Hairs - Poem by Phil Soar

I cut my hair today
The one that’s hanging from my nose
As I get older they appear
From where, nobody knows
They seem to have developed
Since I turned Fifty five
It’s like they have a breeding ground
Where follicles abide
I didn’t have so many hairs
When I was Thirty three
And now they appear like solar flares
Bursting from all over me
They grow from every orifice
But no longer of my head
And even in my crevices
They seem to make their bed
I’ve had to buy some special clips
To keep the hairs at bay
Yet even when I cut them out
They’re back again next day
I guess I have to live with this
These hairs that grow so fast
No longer combing on my head
But just my hairy ass!

Topic(s) of this poem: funny


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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 30, 2015


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