In the time: BCE, (before the Covid era),
the follicles upon my skewed double crown,
sprouted a mere keratin, carrot like shrub,
but with those barber’s shears put to bed,
I have had no choice; but to grow out the red,
to look like the ancients, either I be a Greek,
or maybe, I will walk by the Jehovah’s Witness place,
where they will look at me; with a scared pale face,
as if they had seen their lord, or an apostle,
but please, we both know; that is far from the truth,
so, let me stroll down into town, with my lion’s mane,
where I will be the topic; of both compliment and shame,
a lout may bark “Oi! Are you the Stig of the Dump!”
But then some kind words say “what a fine looking clump!”
Thus, when it is rainy; I shall cover it, to protect my colour,
with my profile picture hat, acting as my cradle like smother,
but when the sun does shine; with its flame, proud glows,
I will point at my head, and state to Helios that “we are bros!”
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AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about my hair, and the fact that over lockdown, it has grown very much. Though the barbers and hairdressers are now allowed to be open, upon looking at myself, I like it, so it's staying here for a while. I hope that you and your hair are "getting on", that you enjoy the poem, and as always, please stay safe everyone.
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Oh lol, good write AS.
Thanks for the read orchidee, glad it made you laugh, hope all is well.
At a time of my life when the choice was between do something about the hole in the seat of my trousers or get a haircut, I chose to cut it myself using scissors which had seen better days. In retrospect I should have followed the example you set in your entertaining piece, but it was a time when everyone was doing it and my contrarian kicked in….
Thanks for the read Doggerel Dave, and yeah the garden shears looked pretty inviting to me too, but I thought with the changeable weather, I thought I'd grow a "natural head scarf".
Thank you for your kind comment, hope all is well.
Great words Ben, my hair was the same, I had gone back to my seventies look. I wasn't bothered about it and I certainly was not going to queue at a barbers, but on Monday I was walking in town and saw that my barbers was empty so I went in and had my hair cut. Went to croquet the following day and they charged me a fiver as new player😂😂😂.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and I hope that you like your reinstated retro look.
Yeah, the three reasons, why I thought I let it grow, is one, money a bit tight, two, as you've said the palaver of waiting in line, and three, the changeable weather.
The length of my hair is about the same length; as it was when I was at University around ten years ago, looks good, but needs styling from a female member of the family perhaps (haha!), and bless you at your croquet club, maybe this means if you and your alter-ego enter into a tournament, you've got twice the odds of winning it eh!? (Haha!)
Thanks again, and hope all is well.
'I hope that you and your hair are "getting on"'..
sets the tone, for what is just a fun-tastic read, you supreme inker of wit
thanks for the soul nourishing smiles
to match our rejuvenating cloudless sky;
a read: match-made
within that harmonious symphony of Spring! lol
Thank you for the very kind words L. B. Mek, they are very much appreciated, thought a little bit of observational humour would be nice at this time, hope all is well.
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