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A BAD HAIR DAY by Grenness , Julie
Bad Hair day - so I am hitting the bottle by ALLISON, JAN
BAD HAIR DAY by Wattle, Miss
Bad Hair Day by Locksley, Diane
A Bad Hair Day by Nguyen, Phong
A Bad Hair Day by Smith-Johnsen, Dane Ann
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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


Copyright © Sharon Ruebel | Year Posted 2011


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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.


Copyright © Heidie Buys | Year Posted 2008


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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


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011


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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).



Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011


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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


Copyright © Miss Wattle | Year Posted 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



Copyright © Diane Locksley | Year Posted 2011


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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'?





Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011


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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!"



Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2012


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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)


Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 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


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014


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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!'


Copyright © Wayne Riley | Year Posted 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


Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2016


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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


Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011


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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! 


Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2016


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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.


Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011


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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 ~ 


Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2011


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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


Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011


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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


Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011


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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


Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2013


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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


Copyright © Moon Flower | Year Posted 2016


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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


Copyright © Phong Nguyen | Year Posted 2011


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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”


Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011


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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.


Copyright © T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet | Year Posted 2011


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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?


Copyright © Patrick Bird | Year Posted 2007


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My Love

Driving on a lonely road slowly going no where.
Thinking about all the good times that we use to share.
Listening to all our favorite songs on the radio.
I still can’t believe that u were the first to go.

Feeling all alone as I continued to drive on
An empty feeling inside which still hasn’t gone.
I long for your touch, your hugs and passionate kisses.
All these things are my everyday ‘misses’.

Who do I tell about how much I yearn for you?
Who do I tell about your love, so true?
Who do I tell about the songs we use to play?
The first person I called on a bad hair day.

Who do I turn to now that you’re no longer here?
When I wanna talk I feel they just wanna disappear.
Who do I call when I can’t get to sleep?
All I can do now is lay silently and just weep.

Going thru the messages that you use to send
It cheers me up though I still have to pretend.
I keep hearing your voice inside of my head.
“I Love you” the last words when going to bed.

Looking at your picture always brings a smile.
You made me feel that life was so worthwhile.
Now, I feel lost - alone and losing faith
Cruelly locked out from happiness’s gate.

Getting out my car, I fall to the ground
I can’t take it anymore, I can’t go on.
I looked up and saw the blue sky above
I closed my eyes and prayed to you, My Love.

I felt a gentle breeze kiss me on my cheek
I felt a renewed strength and didn’t feel weak.
I smiled as I realized You’re still here by my side.
And even thou I cant see You, You will always be here to guide.


WRITTEN FOR A FRIEND WHO LOST HER LOVED ONE - 2010


Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2013