It used to be that silver threads
amidst the former hairs of gold
were felt by everyone to be
a certain sign that we were old.
Today we seniors have a chance
to have an age-defying head,
with thanks to Clairol color kits
to keep our crowning glory red
or black or brown or even blonde,
and thick and bouncy, full and lush,
to match our smooth unspotted skin
made fresh with powder, lipstick, blush.
We don’t give in to “arthuritis”,
dealing on our own with pain.
We meet with friends for lunch or tea
and sport a gaudy painted cane.
But some of us are just as happy
with the looks our years impart.
Gray or not, it doesn’t matter,
‘cause we’re young within our hearts.
Categories:
clairol, age, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Prez Don by James Edward Lee Sr.
Prez Don
Has won
Millions
Billions
No one
Cares sad
More cash
than Clairol
How he
Get job
Messy
Prissy
Hair comb
Best left on
Worst yet
Best kept
Got hunch
Didn’t launch
Clear dump
Vote Trump
11/15/17
by james edward lee sr.
Categories:
clairol, celebrity, community, engagement, funny,
Form: Footle
I decided to take the high road...let nature have a say
I’ll let my hair go natural...I will embrace the grey
So I stripped the color...saw it wash right down the drain
Studied myself in the mirror...luckily, I still looked sane
I put on a fitted skirt, and headed out the door
I even grabbed my fishnets...Yeah, listen to me roar!
I pushed my cart around, and winked at all the guys
Sure they acted real sly, but they were getting a rise
I smiled at the pretty cashier...she told me the amount
I asked why so low, she said, “That’s with your senior discount”
I guess I’ll have to keep it natural…till who knows when
‘Cuz I doubt they have Clairol…in the pen!
Categories:
clairol, introspection, me,
Form: Rhyme
a 1945 bottle of Romanée-Conti, a
telephone booth in london, a rouge
sunflower, a covered bridge in green
river, vt, a basket of juicy ripe tomatoes,
a branch of cherries bearing down as
ornaments, apples bearing all shades
thereof, autumn barberries, tori’s hair
after clairol torrid torch crimson &
clinique’s sebastian potion no. 9 has
been applied, color of the sky at
night if a sailor is delighted, color of
the girl’s hood who was warned of the
BIG BAD WOLF’s sexual appetite, a
little wheelbarrow of the same pigment,
carrie’s body drenched in pig’s blood
at the prom, bricks, cardinals, ladybugs,
hester prynne’s letter A sewn, rome’s
god of war & the planet of that same
hue, the attractive choice of a 1000 logos,
m. fox’s matte red lips, bunnicula’s eyes,
chomsky’s necktie & the nose of many a
clown.
Categories:
clairol, life, autumn, planet,
Form: Free verse
Sponsorship is the new religion, and it’s taking over from the old ones, whatever next?
G.O.D INVESTMENTS
I know a London vicar
He’s a sight to behold,
Every time I see him
My blood runs cold.
It says Levi on his shoulders
And Suzuki on his back,
On his front it says for quick exhausts
Phone Bath and ask for jack.
When he throws his arms up in the air
He’s a blaze of neon lights,
They say Clairol Tints Vidal Sassoon
And Pretty Polly Tights.
Yes G.O.D’s gone P.l.C so buy some stocks and shares,
He’s 2.2 up 1.6 we’ll all be millionaires.
The Sunday sermon’s one of woe
And investment trouble’s,
It’s sponsored by Coco Cola
And chocolate filled with bubbles.
Now Joseph’s coat of many colours
Would have stayed and never faded,
If he had washed at 40
And used fairy radiated.
Yes G.O.D’s gone P.l.C so buy some stocks and shares
He’s 6.6 up 4.2 we’ll all be millionaires.
God Investments by Mark Fullick Original work 1980 Copyright 2003
Categories:
clairol, faith, life,
Form: I do not know?
My Laredo boots are red
My Clairol lipstick is hot
My Wrangler jeans are blue
My Leather Jacket is not
My tastes are expensive
My Dell lap top is too
My Samsung Phone is silver
My Jeep Liberty is new
Love all brand names
Can’t live without a few
So I end up spending
More than I need to
Sterling Silver or White Gold
Prada or Gucci Purse
Only Grey Goose Vodka
Having good taste is a curse
My certified pedigree Maltese
Is the love of my soul
And drinking Kenwood red wine
Is just how I roll
Categories:
clairol, introspection, life
Form: Rhyme
SENIOR MOMENTS
In our lives, there comes a time
When we find that we're past our prime
Even though we're no spring chicken
We're glad to be alive and kickin'
Maybe our hair is thin and gray
But it doesn't have to stay that way
There's Loreal and Miss Clairol
And Grecian Formula, and that's not all
We can get a toupee or maybe a wig
And look spiffy enough to dance a jig
We could all dress up in our finest clothes
And strike a dashing handsome pose
We can sit and dream of days gone by
Recalling when we were young and spry
We say with a nod, a wink, and a grin
I wish it could be that way again
But we're soon snapped back to reality
And begin to long for eternity
Realizing that God in His infinite plan
Made a provision for woman and man
So let's not dwell on bygone days
And wish again for those primitive ways
Let's thank the Lord for the here and now
And what we earned by the sweat of our brow
Then in that land beyond the sun
He can say to all of us, “well done”
We'll be ushered in and take a seat
To worship forever at Jesus' feet
Curtis Moorman
May 2005
Categories:
clairol, faith,
Form: Rhyme