Amendment To Coleridge - a Feghoot
Before the Mariner grew old, and sailed upon the wave,
He had a wife, a daughter too... she drove him to his grave!
T'was not the Albatross that cursed this man who rode upon the foam,
Before all that his life was worse - with tales of ribbon, brush and comb.
His daughter, see, had bright red locks. She kept them fresh by grooming;
But could not see the mess she'd made when she was finished 'pruning'.
At times like these, her father snapped; too tired and vexed to think:
DAUGHTER, DAUGHTER! EVERY HAIR'S AGAIN DROPPED IN THE SINK!
Copyright © Lee Fisher | Year Posted 2014
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