Miss Paige Dunkin was brushing her black hair,
When a silver shiny hair came out from nowhere.
Was it hers or was it granny's?
(It might have been her sister, Phanny's)
But Paige she knew straight away,
How to keep these hairs at bay.
She wore a hat and dyed her hair blacker,
She was affraid that her mysterious actions would make someone smack her.
Miss Paige she went mad, as mad as could be,
She trimmed that silver hair so no one could see.
"I'm getting too old," She told herself one morning,
"I won't let you out," She said as a warning.
The silver hairs all retreated,
And screamed "We're defeated!"
Miss paige never saw them again.
THE END!
What do you realy think?
Comments
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...you just get more silver hair worrying about it!
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Another fun poem I'm smiling bigtime as I reread this amusing piece.
One thing I might suggest is to divide your poem (and some others, too) into stanzas. This one would adapt well to 4 lines each.
Now... I'm looking forward to your next post
Dee
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Ha ha ha. this made me smile, I so wish I could get all my 'silver' hairs to dissapear like that.
but i think I would need a very big hat to make it work, I have so many of those unwanted silver hairs.
The was a really cute and fun write... well done. i thoroughly enjoyed it.
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