Of Hair and All the Rest
Sometimes it was good, sometimes it was bad,
But his hair was always wet.
Sometimes he was here, sometimes there,
But he always shampooed his hair.
Sometimes he rested, sometimes he moved,
But his hair was always subdued.
He always knew it, in advance,
That his hair would become less dense.
He was tall and erect, but now he is bent,
his hair is silver and he is discontent.
He just wanted to bring the message home
That his hair would be eternally combed.
This is a poem on hair at best
With only a hint about the rest.
This poem has just commenced
And here it absolutely ends.
But his hair was always wet.
Sometimes he was here, sometimes there,
But he always shampooed his hair.
Sometimes he rested, sometimes he moved,
But his hair was always subdued.
He always knew it, in advance,
That his hair would become less dense.
He was tall and erect, but now he is bent,
his hair is silver and he is discontent.
He just wanted to bring the message home
That his hair would be eternally combed.
This is a poem on hair at best
With only a hint about the rest.
This poem has just commenced
And here it absolutely ends.
Written by Moshe D. Shafrir-Stillman