The Rusty Wig
I came across a rusty wig
full of lice and mice
and talking twigs
with hairy slugs and
ants that hoot
a spotted toad in knee high boots
It once was said this rusty wig
held magical powers, for those who believed
the stories told of years gone by
for those who wore this crown with pride
would be rewarded, for bravery willed
their fantasy would be fulfilled.
I heard of talk of far-flung lands
were elephants walked doing handstands
the talking trees grew purple feathers
orange parrots made out of leather
the pigs they wore a pinstriped suit
monkies busking, playing the flute
To ride upon the billy goat taxi
with golden teeth and full-length jacket
hippos shopping with their trollies
whilst turtles skateboard, and go hip hopping
For once again the rusty wig
will seek the one who will believe in
other worlds, other than ours
a fantasy escape for just a few hours.
All in all its said to be
The rusty wig believed in me.
Well, if it makes us write as well as this, I wouldn't mind renting it for a while. Despite rumours to the contrary, I have a little head, so it might fit! The descriptions are gloriously funny. Love the hippo with its trolly! Tom.
One size fits all Tom.....imagination was running wild lol..Thanks Tom
Imagination is a wonderful thing. Especially love the third verse.
Thats so kind of you to say Barry..and for taken the time out to read and comment....
Beautiful! ! With your imaginations. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
What a beautiful drop! ! Wish i could don the rusty wig for once to have a visit to wonderland. Beautifully written it flows so nice. Keep dropping such nice poem.
Thank you Anil I think we all wish we could even just for a day....Thank you my friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, really amusing work. Rusty wig is that classed as a redhead?
Ha ha ha Christopher to funny but no it has nothing to do with red heads