Best Bad Hair Day Poems

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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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...

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(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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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











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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...

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Z Z Top and Cousin It took the right approach
     Dark sun glasses and beards detract from scraggly hair
Next time my...

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(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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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