Friday, October 21, 2011

My Father's Hair - a family poem; a hair poem

Greg Pincus

My father hasn’t cut his hair in thirty-seven years.
So part of him’s a mystery:
I’ve never seen his ears.

My mother claims he used to be
Clean cut and oh-so-cute.
Yet now there's no denying it:
My dad's become hirsute.

You try and comb his tangles out,
You end up glassy-eyed.
An hour after Dad goes out
His hair is still inside.

When we need string to fly a kite,
We use dad’s hair instead.
There’s lots of oddball uses
For that stuff up on his head.

Still, let me share a secret here,
I hope you’re not appalled...
But I can say without a doubt
I wish my dad was bald.

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tanita✿davis said...

When I was in grade school, my friend Sheley taught us the song "They're Always in the Way."
The refrain:
Oh, they're always in the way!
The cows chew them like hay,
They hide in the dirt on grandpop's shirt;
They're always in the way.

Your poem reminded me of a very funny moment in childhood! said...

Wonderful, Greg!

jama said...

Hilarious. Laughed at every stanza, says the short person who's married to a bald man. :D

Corey Schwartz said...

Ha, love it!

Charles Ghigna said...

Love your light-hearted
(light-headed!) poem, Greg!
Your dad and I have much in common. ;-)


GatheringBooks said...

Like Jama, I couldn't stop smiling as I read through the poem. I am married to a bald man as well. Will definitely read this aloud to him, I'm sure I'd hear a lot of chuckles. :)

Frank said...

Like, +1!

Rita said...

Bald jokes, always funny. :D This line--"An hour after Dad goes out / His hair is still inside"-- made me laugh out loud.

Thanks, Greg! Amazing and hilarious, as always!