Monday, April 19, 2010

an unfortunate hair poem

poor little butter
could not see
"mom, cut my hair"
he said to me

i guess he could not wait
so this morn
in a twist of fate

scissors came out
and he cut away
no more bangs
and rat tails left to stay!

oh my gosh
"what did you do?"
the tears came as it occurred to him
i've got to go to school!

crocodile tears flowing down his face
that broke my heart
i need to show grace

going to face the kids at school
with a bandana over the doo
hope they don't give him too much poo!

getting the hair buzz this afternoon
will post a pick of a happier kid
without such a look of doom!

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