I once loved a Girl with lots of hair
I was in awe when she was bare
A mammoth would have been quiet jealous
My feelings toward her were very zealous
To brush that hair, that is my dream
With even strokes and grinning beam
Her Hair is all I want to touch
But since I did, I need a crutch
Her anger is a well known thing
She can't talk and she can't sing
She is not pleasant, after all
Its just the hair, and she is tall
She plays hard to get and lives in mountains
While I sob, throw coins in fountains
But all the wishes will not serve
She is a Yeti, with no nerve
conclusion:
no everybody may share or even understand your obsession!
I want to write a poem for every day.
I feature some special Characters along the way.
I will along the way fulfill special requests.
If you have an unusual character I will try my best
I just hope they feel here at home
Just bring them, yeti giant maybe a gnome
Click on the pictures below to get to the poems of the specific character
I feature some special Characters along the way.
I will along the way fulfill special requests.
If you have an unusual character I will try my best
I just hope they feel here at home
Just bring them, yeti giant maybe a gnome
Click on the pictures below to get to the poems of the specific character
Fantastic!
ReplyDeletea real hair raising tale.
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