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I am humbled,
by this human hair
rats and snarls,
all atangle -
brush that rakes and pulls my skull,
comb whose teeth seem mighty dull -
a little pomade to make it slick,
a little water to tame the lick -
when I'm done it must be said -
perhaps I better go back to bed.
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?
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I'm sure you'll get plenty of people agreeing with you... but not necessarily because of the hair...
(do you need "but" in the first line?)
You forgot the bit about the clogged up drains, and the overly burdened vacuum cleaner, and the hours and hours it takes to dry on its own, and the enormous amount of electricity you use if you give up and blow dry it, and how painful a burn is from straighteners, and the horrible realisation that a ponytail is as complex as you can manage today, and how it gets in your mouth when you're... well, involved in amorous activity...
It could be worse
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I suppose I can strike the little bugger. It'll blush a bit.
Feel free to write the companion piece...
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?
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This one made me smile Aish. I don't have to worry about a lot of that stuff but those damned women I've known sure do.
I love to brush hair and get the tangles out.
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(10-15-2011, 10:03 PM)MyNemesis Wrote: I wake up every morning with major bedhead. I usually have a birds nest at the back and the sides are either sticking out in every direction or straight up. I have never been able to figure out what I do all night to create that kind of masterpiece.
This poem was fun to read and made me smile and nod my head in agreement.
Nemmy --- it is the same God as the one which turns shirts completely inside out in a washing-machine; you could not design a machine to do it.....
Aish -- some of us, the reluctant skinheads, can only dream of your problems --- especially as there seems to be no way of preventing hair from getting worse on the chin in direct proportion to its gradual withdrawal from the head. Very witty poem.
