Category : Poems

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I got up early morning and 
while starting out to dress, 
I noticed in the mirror 
that my hair was quite a mess. 

But out I have to hurry 
with no time to get a crop, 
So I fuss with combs and brushes 
as I try to untangle this mop. 

As I’m pulling and a tugging, 
a promise do I make 
To get to a hairdresser tomorrow 
before I need a rake. 

But today I have to bear with it 
and that is just that, 
So I’ll just have to deal with it 
by putting on a hat. 

(c) Copyright by Jean E. Gorney