Every morning I have a shower,
Every morning I wash my hair,
Every morning I dry my body,
Every morning I dry my hair,
Every morning I comb my hair,
Every morning I part my hair,
Every morning some goes to the left,
Every morning most goes to the right.
Then the other morning I wondered
How often do the same number of hairs
Go to the left,
And the same number of hairs
Go to the right.
It certainly will not be
Every morning.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 14th, 2017 01:31
- Comment from author about the poem: I know thinking is bad for you but this thought came to me the other morning.
- Category: Humor
- Views: 46
Comments2
Thanks G. This reminded me of 'Even the very hairs of your head are numbered'. Oops there goes number 543. Or was it 544?! heehee.
Talk about splitting hairs !
Thanks Orchi.
Everyday I wash my hair
Everyday I blow dry my hair
Everyday I . . . that's as far as I go .
Everyday is always there.
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