I just don’t understand it,
Every morning I have a shower,
I wash my hair,
And as I am drying myself
There always seems to be a hair,
A hair in my mouth.
How did it get there?
I certainly don’t shower
With my mouth open,
If I did that I might drown.
So how does it get there?
I just don’t understand.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of fun which is very true. Enjoy John Williams on the guitar.
- Category: Humor
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And I have the same problem - and no matter how many times I rinse the shower tray there is always one left behind - they are cunning little devils.
That one in the shower tray is such a devil to get rid of.
By the way I love the music and recall playing it on the car radio whilst driving through the white villages of Andalucia - lovely memories.
Beautiful memories Michael and like many things music can bring them back into our hearts.
Oh lol a good write and clip Gold. If 'the hairs of our head are all numbered', was it hair no.4,532, or no. 2,476, or what? Maybe I'm aiming too high - should it be 453 or 247? I dunno how many hairs we got on average.
Don't know the average but the ones that keep on getting into my mouth are only individuals and what I call them is nothing to do with numerology.
I was randomly guessing the average number. Not sure if it's in the hundreds or thousands - or tens!
That's so strange that you get a hair when you shower, and more so, that the same thing apparently happens to another writer on this site...the fact that you penned it was a great change from the norm for the reader...take care
Thank you Jason, many of my writings stray from the norm. Variety is the spice of life so they say.
Andy,
A fun read!
I did enjoy the video!
Thank you for sharing!
Have a wonderful Sunday!
My love to Joyce and to you!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura, so kind.
It is the inner dog within you. A hair of the dog in the morning is always a pick me up for the day ahead.
Alternatively, don't shower.
what an intriguing observation, although I guess it is one of those things that you would notice, wouldn't you.. maybe your beard is growing backwards..
My beard disappeared 38 years ago, My son didn't see me without a beard for the first five years of his life. He has go one now!
so have I
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