Goldie Dreadlocks
Who’s been wearing my house slippers,
I wanna know
Somebody’s been steaming up
my bathroom shower window
I wanna know
who’s been sleeping in my bed
Leaving on my pillow,
golden strands of their nappy head
Who done ate the rest of
my leftover roast
Who done scarfed down the last of
the garlic buttered toast
Somebody been creeping
in and out my door
Somebody been spitting
cherry pits all over my floor
The only clue I got
is those curly, golden hair threads
They better hope
I don’t get a hold of them nappy dreads
Who’s been wearing my favorite robe,
left it in the shed out back
Somebody’s been sending out calls,
ordering movies I don’t like
I wanna know
who’s been laying down in my bed
Leaving on my pillow,
golden follicles of their nappy head
Somebody done ate the other half
of my corned beef sandwich
Somebody done gobbled up all my
homemade turkey casserole dish
Somebody been sneaking,
coming through my backdoor
Somebody been rummaging,
throwing my things all over the floor
I know you been
lurking around here like a fox
I know you been
inside my house, Goldie dreadlocks
And one day soon,
your luck is bound to run out
When them goldie locks get snagged
and cuffed, you’re surely gonna shout:
I had a bad hair day!
Words said with a petulant, fairy tale pout
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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