Poor Gary
Gnome was quite a sight,
His hair
was never a delight,
In fact, most
times it was a fright,
Could
hair induce a fight? This might!
So Gary’s
friends launched a crusade
By Gary’s
hair, they weren’t dismayed,
And certainly,
they weren’t afraid,
Cause soon
they’d have his hair arrayed.
They
bought supplies, shampoo and foam,
Some
bobby pins, a brush and comb,
Some
perfume in a bottle, chrome,
Then sat
him in his chair. At home.
They went
to work upon his mane,
Determined
it’d not be the same,
Coiffeur-al
glory they’d attain,
He’d
thank them (when his anger waned).
But when
they, first, the comb applied,
Collective
eyes were opened wide,
What was
it each of them had spied?
Why, Gary’s
bald head hid inside.
His head
was quite a nice one, true,
There was
no fuss, not much ado,
Each to
the same conclusion, flew:
Just think
what he’ll save on shampoo!
Cause
Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With
poetry, we all besought,
To try to
make the week begin
With pleasant
thoughts.
Perhaps a
grin?
So all of
us, together, we
Have
posted poems for you to see,
And now
you’ve read what we have wrought . . .
Did we
help?
Or did we
not?
Next week, we'll have a little fun,
We'll talk of 'sports'. It's being done...
Oh poor Gary, and even more poor Gary's friends. I'm afraid I won't be able to see a garden gnome ever again without thinking of this Monday's poetry.
ReplyDeletePoor, poor Gary.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for the fun.
What a rude shock for Gary!
ReplyDeleteYour very own little gnome - heh heh
Heeheehee! What a fun story, although not for Gary and his friends.
ReplyDeleteYou've reminded me of a line in "The Barber's Song":
My daddy doesn't need a haircut at all
While sitting in the Barber's chair
Because he's as bald as a billiard ball
And his hair just isn't there!
Keep it up! Love Syncopation in rhyme!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Chris