Short Wig Poems
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There was a lady named Judy
She was quite a cutie
Until the wig came off
And makeup was tossed
Then she looked like Howdy Doody
The pigeons of Trafalgar Square
Are feathered, yet lacking in hair.
They'd look erudite,
With wigs powdered white,
But wouldn't get up in the air.
Fearing the loss of his hair, Porky Pig
went out and purchased a wig.
Now he's parading thinking he's handsome
securing his do cleverly with gum.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Pierre's upscale wig shoppe sells fine toupees
Gus said, "This one I want to buy today."
Gus was ready to spit
'Cos his wig didn't fit
Pierre smiled ~ "First get a haircut, OK?"
The moon
put on her wig
of stars
that trailed across
the universe.
If I get
stuck
out on the sun
please don't
try to comb
me out.
I am the farmer
that
plowed
the field of stars
in your
field of vision.
he’d bought a skull rug for that spot
high on his head where hair was not
but …
it brought him rash and scalp decay -
one horrid nightmare’s “hell toupee”
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, February 28, 2023
“Put your wig on” kid was crying
Seems like mom can’t win for trying
Kid blew his lid seeing her hair
And his teary eyes blinded from stare
Social media ate it up viral it went
Moms luck was a wig she wore no sin
Poor little kid thinks mom is sick
Unless she keeps on her luxury wig!
They could not wait to see what grandma’s newest wig would be.
Prepared for almost anything, she was whimsical and full of glee.
They began to laugh and point. The youngest one said “whoopee!”
She created a sassy and hippy-like wig that was totally punky.
My whimsical grandma for sure suits me, said Sammy, only age three.
Halloween wigmaker had a ghoulish garish way
inventing unique creations that made vampire’s day
how about a new wig made from an amputated head?
In a few hours it would smell bad the wigmaker said.
What if you used doll heads? The vampire suggested.
If you bring me the dolls, so the vampire invested.
People on the street yelled, kicked, gagged and screamed.
It made the Halloween better than anyone had ever dreamed.
(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).