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The Best Bad Hair Day Poems

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Surfer chick


He never stopped preaching
About the color of my hair
So I kept right on bleaching
and now there's nothing there 











Contest: Bad hair day
Sponsored by Rick Parise
Form: Chastushka

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Reality Check

I play with sorrow hide-and-seek
For love will hide and I am weak,
And when I locate the pot of gold
I find the rainbow has been sold.

I explore the real life of this fairy tale
The gingerbread house is up for sale.
The frog is not what he proclaims to be
A wolf in grandma's nightie is all I see.

The prince is having a bad hair day
The beauty is not in the beast I say.
The carriage 'till midnight will not last
I'll have pumpkin pie to break my fast.

I climb the beanstalk way up high
Open Sesame I cry and cry,
Look there's a dragon at my door...
I don't believe in fairy tales no more.

So tell the seven dwarfs to stay away
Tell the ogres I don't want to play.
The damsel in distress I'll never be
For I'm the ugly stepsister, you see.

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Comb Over

Z Z Top and Cousin It took the right approach
     Dark sun glasses and beards detract from scraggly hair
Next time my motley hairdo meets with reproach
     Combing forward I’ll consider, sparing the Nair



*For Rick's "Bad Hair Day" contest

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Year of the Wig

(This is a true story from 2001, when I let my
hair grow back to dark, and I fooled a few people
who thought the wig was still my own hair but with 
a different shade of blonde!)

Growing roots meant bad hair each day;
bought a wig to stay blonde at school.
One guy loved my color that way.
Said, "Your hair's never looked so cool!"

For Rick Parise's "A Bad Hair Day" Contest
using Chastushka (Russian form of poetry
with trochaic tetrameter).

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BAD HAIR DAY

BAD HAIR DAY

There was a young lady named Fairday
On Monday she had a bad hair day
She twisted and clipped
But it flopped and it flipped
That poor young lady named Fairday.

She let her hair down
But she looked like a clown
Then she wailed and she cried
Said "Be damned, I've no pride"
So went to work wearing a crown.

c ELR 2013

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Bad Hair Day

(Written in the voice of the Bride of Frankenstein)

Where did you get your hair done, Cruella

My beast fancies a streak of vanilla

  Flames from your hair dryer?

  What brand? I won't buy 'er!

That hair contraption could be a killa



Written for the Techno-Limericks Contest

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A Bad Hair Day




Purple spikes pointing toward the sky
Do you suppose he woke that way?
Can anyone tell me the reason why
He'd strive to have " A Bad Hair Day'?

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Attitude Adjustment

My eyes open
Am I alive?
Yes, I decide,
Peering in the mirror,
I just feel dead.
I stumble into the kitchen
Seeking my morning miracle
But coffee doesn't do its job.

Back in the bathroom,
Make-up is futile and
To add to my misery
It's a bad hair day!

Checking the looking glass
One last time, I notice
That my clothes bulge
In all the wrong places.
Life goes on though,
And so must I
Although I'm ugly
Inside and out.
I stop at your hous to exchange our daily hello,
You look straight into my soul
Smile your perfect smile and say,
"You sure do look pretty today, Doll!"

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After using that Hair oil

Everybody told me it would do wonder
so I applied it without further delay,
little did I realize that it was a blunder,
no hair on head now, no bad hair day!





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Placement:10th ;(June 2011)

Contest:My Funniest Poem ON the Soup

Sponsor:Poet Destroyer

By:kashinath karmakar(11th January 2011)

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Bad Hair day - so I am hitting the bottle

I woke up this morning and my hair was such a mess
Its grey roots are showing through - oh dear I must confess
This lovely shade of titian red it really isn’t mine
But when I get the colour on I just look so divine

I open up the bottles and mix the liquids so
The mixture smells disgusting; but then again I know
Once I’ve hit the bottle and the mixture is all gone
Grey hairs will be covered so I have to carry on

My hair is dyed I cannot lie, but it makes me feel so great
To eradicate the grey ones it’s really down to fate
My mum went grey at an early age and dad he has hardly any left
So if I couldn’t dye my hair at all I would be quite bereft


Jan Allison
19th February 2014

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Bad Hair Day

Today my hair had a mind of its own,
being in the static electricity zone,
put in some mousse,
still looked uncouth,
walking around like an Alfalfa clone.






11-17-16

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SHAVINGS OF A LUNATIC

In tiny steps i climbed aloft
With chambermaid and pepper pot.
To see the Wizzle of the Snad
Make umphle of the ichybad.
'Tis oft the beast that burdens both 
The hunter and the Gruffalo,
For from its jaggy jagged jaws
Drool dripping on its mighty paws
A sound of uttish farple dread
Farpled from its snarly head,
And with a goonish glare declared,
'Has anybody seen my hair?
My frabjous fringe and luscious locks
Have fallen off between my socks!
They've gone and took a holiday
Just where i really cannot say.
Oh woe is me! Oh woe i say,
A Wizzle with a bad hair day.
A Wizzle of the Snad gone bald
My Granny would be so appalled.
She would be simply cross as cross
And own me like a proper boss.
Because she was, which isn't wrong
As hairy as a Whangdibong!'

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A BAD HAIR DAY

This is a verse, not a song,
Let's gaze on the face of Agamemnon,
For ten years, he had stayed away,
Finally, he arrived home one day,
Yes, away to Troy he'd roamed,
The warrior king made it home,
But, he had been playing away,
His Queenie had a bad hair day,
Her axe did have a double blade,
As in her spa, she made him lay,
She drugged his wine, a loving cup,
Then proceeded to chop him up!
Off with his feet, for roaming so far,
Queenie really messed up her spa,
Off with his cheating hands,
He brought home his ho's from foreign lands,
Off with his attachments, you can guess what that meant,
Shoved them in his mouth, 
as his head went south,
"Feed him to the swine!
It's pig feeding time!"
She yelled at the serfs,
"That cheating dud got his desserts!"
Queenie was having a bad hair day,
Warrior king had been playing away,
But, Queenie had a toyboy anyway,
She always kept smiling,
Looked for the silver lining,
Queenie's wealth was a'piling,
She was a keeper,
Old king now a sleeper,
Queen kept the kids, gold and slaves,
She did get hers one day,
Yes, Queenie kept the lot,
Or was it all a plot?
Queenie's bad hair day,
Warrior king had been playing away,
This is verse, not a song,
Let's gaze at the face of Agamemnon!

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Bad Hair Day

Washed and dried and fluffed and curled,
Sprayed to hold the look in place.
Into the rain and it unfurled,
Wet and flattened all over my face.

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Black Chest Hair

My hair is frizzy and very black.
I found it in my chest of drawers.
Also a bunch grows in my crack.
And if you like it, it's all yours.


For Rick Parise's "A Bad Hair Day" contest

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A Windy Day

Oily hair, I battle each day.
Washing it twice each bath I take.
Once the wind, did come my way,
They said , what a scarecrow I’d make.



Written for

Sponsor ^Rick Parise 
Contest Name A BAD HAIR DAY ~

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A Bad Hair Day

Women, seize me; don’t shun me.
For my mane designed by birth –
No bad hair day, I’m bald up top!
Scalp shining in manly mirth.

© January 16, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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Not My Fault

Mama please do not blame me.
I didn't turn your hair grey,
Nor make it looks so messy.
You're having a bad hair day.

For Rick's Bad Hair Contest  7th place

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Just In Case


We should always be prepared for a just in 
case situation. You would say- just in case
for what? I will tell you - just in case for 
whatever.

Just in case you want to cry - be prepared to
smile. Just in case you want to fight - take a
hike. Just in case you want to give in  - be 
prepared to to say no.

Just in case you lose your way - be prepared to 
let someone take your hand. Just in case you
are feeling blue - call your best friend to be
with you.

Just in case your sun didn't come out today - be
prepared - for it will shine tomorrow. Just in case
you had a bad hair day today - smile" You
are not the only one... 

01/25/2013
written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

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Aye

I’d deem today as 
my gloomiest day ever
I feel doomed but nay
ill-fated but otherwise
aye, having a bad hair day!


04/13/16

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A Bad Hair Day

Walking around my parent's house in the morning
With a bed hair that is breaking down
My mother is in the kitchen scorning
Before I knew it I was wearing a gown

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MY HAIR-DO

                                    

Girl was born blonde and blue eyed.
Tamed down and made it look right.
As I grew-up my hair looked fryed.
Look oh what a sight.

Entered in Rick's"A bad hair day"contest.

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Surreal Bad Hair Day

I stare in the mirror with fear on my face
So late for work my heart starts to race
I move the old brush, striving for perfection
As I gaze in horror at this shambling reflection
Each move of the hand makes it look worse
I am in need of a stylist or possibly a hearse
I squirt on some gel and it hits the mark
I turn on the dryer and out shoots a spark
I run all around with my hair quite ablaze
While it looks very hot it will be no new craze
I search for some water and instead I find cheese
I find this quite odd as I pant and I wheeze
I glance at my hair and it appears to be fur
But it did not before, of this I am sure
I begin to wake up, things start to come clear
I can see plainly how I had nothing to fear
Now it makes sense, things are not as they seem
Isn't it strange of what an animal can dream?

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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

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IT' S REAL - IT' S JUST NOT MINE

IT’S    REAL    -    IT’S   JUST   NOT   MINE


I would love to have a hair day
Good or bad  I do not care
Long ago I bought a toupee
Now I cherish every hair


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Written for  Rick  Parise’s  contest    “ A BAD  HAIR   DAY”