The Curly haired royalty from Dry Wash Gulch
Went out to help the ladies-in-waiting mulch
They got in the way with their wild curly hair
Why don’t you all go stand way back there?
Next, they decided to help in the stable
Thought they would feed as they were able
It did not work out, their frizzy hair kicked up the straw
Why don’t you help the cook? Asked foreman Maw
Seeing them in the kitchen did not excite the cook.
The throne needs dusting, she suggested, go take a look
So, the Curly haired royalty ended up back in their own place
Thank you very kindly, the staff said to His Grace
Oh, curly hair, why must you be so bold?
A swimming cap's coming, get ready to be cold!
You twist and you turn, you fight and you flee
but I'll get you covered, just you wait and see!
The cap's a tight fit, it's a curly squeeze
my hair's putting up a fight, with all its might and ease.
I'm stretching and pulling, with grunts and with groans.
Till, finally! It's on and my curls are like stones!
Now! I'm a smooth operator, a sight to behold.
My curly hair's subdued, like a story untold.
I'm ready to splash, with a grin on my face
and my hair will be fine, in its designated place!
Have you seen curly haired witch? The call went down the street
The rest of us did not care, it was October 31st, trick or treat
We did not even look for her, we were busy looking at our candy sack.
Hershey bar houses were marked so next year we could come right back.
curly rainbow haired witch had a dazzling smile and fortitude
She was a Pollyanna, always in an enthusiastically joyful mood
Her classmates hated her, they called her suck up and other names.
She did not care, she was happy being herself, she played no bully games.
when i was a girl
my mum smoked cigarettes
in her leopard print dressing gown
and boot slippers
she would come in from the patio, or the kitchen, or the garden
and up the stairs to tuck me into bed
stroke her hand across my head
chestnut curls from out of my face
the smell of the nicotine on her fingers
lingered in the air
attaching itself to the memory,
to the place
now i am a woman
and i smoke cigarettes
in my leopard print dressing gown
and my boot slippers
and when i come in from the patio, or the kitchen, or the garden
and up the stairs to tuck myself into bed
i stroke my hand across my head
maroon curls from out of my face
and as the smell of the nicotine lingers in the air
i remember when i was a girl
when my mum still smoked cigarettes
and wore her leopard print dressing gown
still wore her boot slippers
still tucked me into bed
curly sue was enjoying lovely daisies and holly hocks too
she was soon surrounded by flowers of pink, red and blue
a picture was taken and published in a newspaper by Lu
a woman distantly related to the adorable young curly sue
She loves to twirl and jump
expressing without a care
This is a girl that has big curly hair
her eyes filled with life, makes me want to hug her with all my might.
She can’t sit still, always has something to do
Using her imagination, how I wish I could look inside too.
She’s grown so much, i’m so proud
so happy she exists, she’s changed my life around.
My hair is wild, as wild as can be.
It sticks out in all sorts of places,
It goes through many fits and stages,
You can’t imagine the myriad of gazes!
I have curls to a large degree.
They won’t listen to my plea.
My hair demands to be free.
Curly haired Carlotta brought her curls onto our bus
Filling it up from seat to seat, annoying many of us.
Her hair grew an inch every fifteen minutes you see.
We could barely speak to each other for it was not wee.
These curls went down the aisle and into the seats.
Two guys sitting on some of it were known as the Petes.
We cannot cut it, they told us, for we did that another time.
Those curls transmogrified into thugs and held us hostage until almost nine.
Sue, girly snail with eyes of blue
Your charm has bowled over bull frog Drew
He wants to court you, to truly woo
Sorry, said the snail, but my love grew
For another creature, a moth named Woo
But Woo had his eye on his cousin Curly Sue
A caterpillar who was fairly new
A love song that most of us never knew
Keeping this quiet was Drew and Sue
Embarrassed and a bit upset too
How mild spring comes in
the magic of nature bound
with many soft curls
They crouching close together
folded in each other's hearts
I am a fancy cat with patterns on my back.
My tail is pretty, I am sharp as a tack.
Better clear away, stand away, Mo and Mack.
Up close you might see my beauty and have a heart attack.
Mo and Mack were not amused in the least.
The conceitedness that comes off of this little beast!
Don’t forget we are your parents, they told fancy cat.
Better speak to us with respect. If not, there’s the mat.
Hey, little curly-headed girl
Why are you out here alone?
The darkness is no place for someone like you.
Little curly-headed girl
Why don't you speak?
What is making you so blue?
"I am not blue nor afraid,"
She flatly states
With an emptiness in her tone.
"I am forgotten,"
"Pushed down, buried deep."
"You decided you were better off alone."
Drowning in my own existence
Hating life
But the ultimate passion
I had to have
No, I am not the problem
I won’t let you take my breath away
I grabbed a rock and hit your face
Gasping for air
I ran away
But you chased me
Huffing and puffing
You chased me
I hid behind a tree
Digging for my keys
Pepper spray
Extra spicy
I sprayed you
When you caught up
I kicked you between the legs
I grabbed a branch
I took a stab at you
Then I escaped
Seeing you the next day in school
Was a bit creepy
Seeing you in the drive way
Outside my window
Bothered me
Seeing you staring
Not saying a word
When the cheerleaders
Flirt, lifting their skirts
You always seemed
To be watching me
Until one day
A month later
I had no partner in chemistry class
But you sat next to me
You helped me
We laughed
We passed
You walked me home
My mother let you in
She never cooks
But she cooked for you
I cleared the table
You did the dishes
I went outside
You grin
I kissed your lips
Sliding my fingers through your curly hair
Then a loud truck pulls up
My dad was home.
Once again
my partner didn’t do their part
In science lab
I was alone again
But you took his place
You were smart
You were handsome
You got me the “A”
You walked me home
I never get out
But you convinced my mom
Somehow
The next day
You said you wouldn’t have me out late
So I was excited
I waved goodbye
Then later on
After a day at the park
We took a short cut
Then that’s when I thought
We were lost but no
You knew exactly where to go
Hitting me in the back of the head
Dragging me to the stream
Holding my head under water
Just to bring me up
Before my skull
began to bleed
Into my eyes
I stared at your perfect tan skin
Your brown eyes
I looked closely at the tattoo
On your neck
How those birds did fly
The beautiful hair on your head
As you dipped me back into the water
I thought about moms meatloaf
It was so damn dry
I thought about my brother, Mark
My dead beat dad
And the creak on my bedroom floor
I missed it all I suppose
Maybe this is the end for me
Who knows
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