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January 24th, 2023 Hair Washing Heralds Huge Happening

January 24th, 2023 Hair washing heralds huge happening Hark….the herald angels sing, and twitter for mass communication mediums stop the presses when I, a regular schlemiel take shampoo to mine matted mass mop (no less than once a week) of straggly follicles, and commence to dispense with the heady eco system viz rare crop of flora and fauna (some rank as endangered species) rub and band together to scratch envy of flaky key neigh bring ponytails and create quite an niche, and where also can be found lousy knit wit vendors ready to scalp and give shaft to razor sharp purveyors, who mane lee scout out available head and shoulder room to nap without a stir, tub bed down (praying Holy Scott no wash out nor Harris mint occurs), or burrow vis a vis, where subcutaneous porous droplet size watership down pieces of prime residence found counting one mister comb lee bald bold faced realtor amidst competing rival bulb buss Edward scissorhands (with knot to heavy a price toupee) affianced to rapunzel, whom he sheared split ends as her barber of civil, one dapper dander ruff dude to offer lice cent shuss insects a tonsured cut above other stylish habitués preferring to fraternize, glad-hand, and hobnob amidst a cluster of big wigs housed by yours truly - Samson in gleaming puffy pompadour pads tightly secured with the best dreadlocks, which harum-scarum green barrettes serve as first line of rinse able defense IdentityGuard (with franchisee Bob O Link averse to split hairs, but fierce as a Mohawk and ring leader to protect any curl of mine) waving away intruders, who if insist tubby persistent and tangle with fate cannot expect camaraderie from buzz cutting crew i.e. the fuzz to give expletive filled lathering, severe shame poo wing subjugation plus an up braiding experience), and teach stragglers they will suffer a real perm in hint bang up job if they brazenly brush against brylcreem of the crop rooted as rightful heirs (hairs) of tousled doo mane, thus concludes my tail. Postscript: Yours truly an aging long haired seventh generation pencil neck geek finds ultra joy when volunteering for kitchen duty, hence imagine the hypothetical picture portraying Geico caveman mimicking pseudo dawn of humanity.

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