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!”


  • orchidee

    Oh lol, good write AS.

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read orchidee, glad it made you laugh, hope all is well.

    • Doggerel Dave

      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….

      • AuburnScribbler

        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.

      • Goldfinch60

        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😂😂😂.


        • AuburnScribbler

          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.

        • L. B. Mek

          '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

          • AuburnScribbler

            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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