A Hair Raising Tale
We were sitting in a restaurant
having enjoyed a marvellous meal
I caught sight of a man sitting near us
His hair was bizarre, no way was it real
As we’d never seen a bouffant so big
Hubby declared that it must be a wig
I said it looks like a ferret that’s dead
When suddenly the ‘ferret’ slipped off his head
He desperately tried to catch his falling hair
And his frantic hands flew up into the air
Alas it landed slap bang in his soup
He fished it out, covered in gloop
He nonchelantly placed it back on his head
I turned to hubby, and then I said
'It was very wrong of us to stare
but it wasn’t a ferret... it was really a hare!'
A lot of poetic licence but based on seeing a man with the most bizarre ‘rug’ on his head
11/8/18
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