Sis walked down ….the country lane,
dragging her long hair, with great strain.
After all, it weighed …at least fifty pounds.
Along came a bold eagle (low-flying) .
It grabbed her hair, vainly trying …
to lift her, as Sis ….made horrible sounds.
But try as the huge hunting bird might,
it could NOT take ….(her) hair in flight,
so it went back to ….its hunting rounds.
(June 11, 2016)
This was a really hairy poem- -eagles apparently of the bald variety are swooping down to make off with hair. Yikes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have heard many tales of hair But this story sounds like hot air Not surprising coming from you For the laugh then a ten is due