Ipsy Mcskiggins with a smile on her face
Has just been shopping in her favourite place
With a hop and a skip she's always there
For Ipsy Mcskiggins loves to buy hair.
Bald as a stone from the moment she was born
Not a single follicle can be found on her form
But her vanity grew where her hair should be
To the point where her house is one giant toupee
She has all sorts of strands for many occasions
Long, short, plaited and more exotic persuasions
She could seduce a man at 20 yards
With a flick of auburn silk from her finest yarn
Every body loves her in Boffington Town
Because she's always smiling and never frowns
But Ipsy has a secret that nobody knows
About how she keeps her hair in place on her nog
She uses the claws from a pussy cats feet
Sharp and pointy they work such a treat
But your average cat really objects
To giving up its feet for the latest cut
Which explains why there are no longer felines around
In the rat filled place called Boffington Town
Nine lives never last if Ipsy is near
Not when it comes to immovable hair
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I think I'm becoming obsessed! I think Freud would have a field day wuth my mind!
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No felines around is not a bad thing.
(In saying that I have just had my reminder go to feed next door's cat!)
Another good fun write SC.
Andy
Thanks GF. Im assuming youre feeding the cat to the dog?
Good write SC. lol.
You know Ipsy? You met her?!
The cow turned me down! Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose
Great stuff - another colorful communique from Boffington. What is the population of the place, Sax? Are we to hear about all? They seem an interesting bunch. I will make time for them.
Well if you look at my original poem therw are 8 people(s) mentioned. If i had known this was going to become a thing I would have settled for two!
Nah Boffington has to have population of more than eight. Come on - no slacking - nose to the grindstone, shoulder....
I'm having a fun day with your mind .. this is literally better than just good
🙂
Im seeking therapy!
An interesting fun write Sax. ; )
Thanks AP
no Freud would suck the fun out of your imagination, I fear
instead maybe you take this somewhere drastically different
like, his daughter: 'Anna Freud'
and watch your creativity blossom
like the unfurled possibility: in our intuitive quality
of youthful creativity...
what a fun read
I love you just for saying youthful lol
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