This old brush would once brush cleanly
This old brush once smoothed my hair
This old brush once snagged a single strand
When I was kempt and fair
This old brush began to clog up
With the hair that it had pulled
This old brush was like a fur ball
Can my barnet be refuelled
Ain’t gonna need this brush no longer
Ain’t gonna need this brush no more
Ain’t got time to rub those creams in
Nor to tap the surgeon’s door
This old brush served through my youthful days
But now lives in a drawer
If this old brush could be bigger
I could use it on the floor
This old brush outlived its uses
This old brush redundant now
This old comb is all I need now
This old brush must take a bow
This old comb ain’t working proper
Like that old brush always did
There’s a dumb old tufty bit
Of which my comb will not get rid
Ain’t gonna brush this hair no longer
Ain’t gonna sweep it to one side
Cos I’ve got this centre parting
It’s about four inches wide
Ain’t got time to rub those creams in
Nor to tap the surgeon’s door
Ain’t gonna need this brush no longer
Ain’t gonna need this brush no more
Categories:
tufty, hair, parody, song,
Form: Rhyme
Leanne was a farm girl at heart
She loved playing with her special cow
She used to eat her mums freshly made tart
Leanne didn't like her brothers sow
Oliver used to make the oil
Dan made the juice
Oliver used to oil up Leanne and the cows
Dan bit off her ear!
Leanne danced with the poodle
Leanne danced with the cock(erel)
Leanne's legs where like noodles
Leanne's ear went like a rock
I miss 'Bao to my bab' but Trish won't allow it
I'm scarred James will leave me
But Linda is by my side
I love Poetry soups!!!!!
----Dedicated to Linda (Poetry Destroyer A), and JB, you know who you're ;-) ---
Categories:
tufty, abuse, anti bullying, autumn,
Form: Burlesque
Swaying in the breeze
All regimented tufty haired straight
Planted securely a foothold in time
Stretching to heaven
Sun sky sublime
Stretch grow and wait
For the end
Tips ripely flaxen haired
Plump
For the end comes to all
Shreds of dust
Shatters the company
Limbs severed and broken
Agony unspoken
Yet life prevails
In death’s yellow pails
Giving up all
For mathematics
One becomes many
Many multiplies
As death becomes seed
And time flies
Categories:
tufty, nature,
Form: Rhyme