When we were born, and so brand new
Our head covered with hairs, just a few
Fuzzy and furry, brown blond or black
It's color there, but not yet true
First year hair cut, so fresh, so new
Parents save first locks and baby's first shoe
Times pass, hair grows
It gets whacked, hacked and styled
Everyone it seems, at it has a go
Dad, then Mom, hairdresser Vinny
Then finally the barber named Joe
As you get older hair grows on your legs
Grows on your toes, sometimes out of your ears
Even grows out of your nose
It also grows in places we can't say....
For now we'll just let that part lay
Shoulder length, dreadlocks
Mohawk, hair dye
Mom says, "Oh my God" her expressive MaMa sigh...
Thinking to herself, " at least, the kids not high"
Braided hair, long long ponytail
Purple plattes, zebra streaks
When Dad sees it, he clearly freaks
Says, "Kid ya' gotta change that weird looking bob
'Cause, ya' won't get hired for that high paying job"
Oh oh... my hair, it's falling out
And did I mention, it's turning gray
Now what should I do?
A red bandana, a hat...okay a wig for today
I used to have a handsome mane
But now I confess, I do use rogaine
If your body were a garden, it would be first class
"Cause there would even be hair growing on your...
You guessed it....Where the sun don't shine
So ends this hair raising poem of mine
:) LKC (with a little help from MJC)
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