Sidi J. Mahtrow
Sidi J. Mahtrow Poems
|481.||A Rare Bit By L. Frank Baum||11/5/2010|
|482.||Nose Picking Nerds||6/17/2011|
|483.||William Blake's Poison Tree||1/23/2011|
|484.||Ode To A Pencil||2/24/2005|
|486.||A Mullet Is Not A Fish? ?||4/19/2006|
Comments about Sidi J. Mahtrow
Why doesn't a woman wear a hat?
On the wall, closet or shelf
A man has hats to please himself.
And on the occasion make a statement.
His hat, a personal embellishment.
But a lady, woman, girl or princess
Never (or almost never) , a hat covers her tresses,
Venturing out, for all to see,
She wants others to "look at me."
Hours spent to get hair just right,
But never a thought of a hat sitting tight.
Shoes, belt, watch, jewelry aplenty
Yet no hat to top the assembly.
Dior, Lauren, Kroell, Gucci, Barneys, Netaporter, ...
Ode To Old Blue
At the honky-tonk outside of town
A bit off the gravel driveway
You see Old Blue hangin round
Just standing there, thata way.
Old Blue was hard, you got the feel.
When you first saw her
You thought of cold blue steel.
She had a heavy rear end, yes-sir.