April 29th

VARIATIONS ON A PILE OF HAIR

I.
One of many flaws
With the notion of keeping
An indoor tiger

II.
Joy and gladness filled her heart
The light shone in her eyes
Like a fleeting work of nature’s art
She saw her babysitter vaporized

The old hag was an awful bore
A tyrant through and through
So she bought the ray-gun at the store
And flash-fried all but her hair-do

III.
Dark tresses detached
Long locks released
In a hair-drift catched
At the young girl’s feet
She points and smiles
A laugh on her breath
And does not realize
This is a sign of death
A recurring symbol of final fate
Each day we die a little more
What once was beautiful now dead weight
In unceremonious pilings on the floor

IV.
Beware, beware the wandering hair
That rests upon the floor so bare
The little girl that points and stares
Does not know or does not care
If these are sheddings of a bear
Or lion lately from its lair
Emerged to sniff prey on the air
Or perhaps a beastie yet more rare
Sasquatch, yeti, or chimer’
A monster seeking maiden fair
Away, fool child! Away from there!
Back to parents and forebears
Around the corner and up the stairs
Beware! Beware the wandering hair!

V.
There once was a girl named Lenore
Who didn't want to be blind anymore
So she cut off her bangs
Looked down and said "Dang,
That's a lot of my hair on the floor!"

VI.
The bearded lady with a lisp
That Barnum was proud to have found
Choked on her last bite of apple crisp
And fell like a stone to the ground
"Shave me!" she yelped
With her last bit of air
And we all tried to help
Free her from chin hair
When her face was all clean
And the lady was passed
We said, "Oh! Did she mean -?"
And all had a good laugh