Best Big Head Poems
I will never compete with you
Why would I that’s the clue
I am neither in competition
With anyone else to try to beat them
I just say it like it is
If you don’t like it then don’t read it
Just give me some respect
And never give me your advice
Just so your always right
Because my friend I can tell you
It’s you that hasn’t got a clue
So, in the end it’s you that lose
As no more me and no more you
Big Head You - Without a Clue
I think that I always knew
DAMO
I have a ridiculously large head,
I think I’d opt for a smaller one instead.
Oh, sure, you say that it suits me fine,
That’s because yours isn’t near as big as mine.
I bet that it weights at least thirty pounds,
It looks even bigger than it sounds.
When I lay it down on my waterbed,
A tsunami rises so my wife has said.
When I go to try on winter hats,
The clerk gives me ones with ventilation slats,
That way when it’s not on sitting my dome,
It can be used as a guest room for my home.
My giant head is entirely too big,
Someday archeologists will venture on dig,
They’ll think that I came from the highland,
On the west end of Easter Island.
Little kids stare up at my noggin,
They think it could be used for a toboggan.
Or a shed to hold random hodgepodge,
That clutters things up in their dad’s garage.
Don’t tell me that it’s due to my intellect,
It makes your judgment sound suspect.
It’s because my brain is fashioned like a brick,
And my skull is so very, very thick.
Tribute poems are flying back and forth
Had more than my share, my voice is hoarse
From thanking you all
I'm having a ball
Head's so big now, can't fit through the door
© Jack Ellison 2015
She was four and I was six.
We held hands and ate pixie stix.
The big head little girl whom followed me around the corner.
Soon we became friends.
We held hands with skin like bricks.
I cleansed her hands inside mine.
The words we didn't know how to pronounce until we were older.
The house across the street covered in thick brick.
Our parents always pictured us together.
I cleansed her hands inside of mine.
The big head little girl across the street.
Her hair in a tight colorful scrunchy. Hair spread all over her head.
We both had to be in before the street lights came on.
Head full of dirt.faces darker than they were before we met each other outside.
Our clothes covered in dirt and grime.
Our fingers filled with splinters.
The chime of laughs and smiles.
The big headed girl whom loved pink and purple pixie stix whom followed me around until the street lights came on.
She always gave me the blue ones and called me her friend.
I remember the time I never wanted you to follow me around.
Often threatening to feed you to my dog.
Pushing you off the swing.
Stealing your turn sliding down the slide.
You never let me go anywhere alone.
Here I am, now older. Picturing the big headed messy hair girl whom always followed me around.
Truthfully I never minded.
Even now, ringing your doorbell in thought
God made human body,
Big head,
Men made small head!
Tribute poems are flying back and forth
Had more than my share, my voice is hoarse
From thanking you all
I'm having a ball
Head's so big now, can't fit through the door
Tribute poems are flying back and forth
Had more than my share, my voice is hoarse
From thanking you all
I'm having a ball
Head's so big now, can't fit through the door
Have you found Big Head Beach yet? They said.
I heard it sixty times before I was fed.
Is it on this island or the next one? I asked.
They argued and pondered, and one of them gasped.
They could not agree where it was exactly.
But none of them wanted to let me be.
I was in Hawaii for a month and a day.
When I finally found it, I yelled Hooray!
The Big Heads met me and gave me a high five.
There were nine of them, they were big and alive!
They erased my memory before I left though.
So, if you want to find it, you will have to hunt to and fro.
Fabulous handsome troll boy with bright pink skin
You are such a visual delight, said his kith and kin.
And with that high blonde hair, you are a wow! They said.
All of these troll-icious compliments went to his head.
I am the best, better than all others, he thought.
He was too good to be schooled, too good to be taught.
He ended up a bum, living off people who felt sorry for him.
I cannot help but blame his over-the-top kith and kin.