My song about despairhas to do with my bad hairupon waking it is wildand a brush can't make it mild.Some water here and there"Still unruly," laughs my hairWhat the heck can I do next??From this hair, I'm really vexed!Finally, a soaked washclothdripping and shimmering with frothonto my head and now the hairfalls just right in the morning air. When sung to Piddle the cat, he was not moved.
Cats are a tough audience.
Oops, I just realized that the link was bad-- clicking that was supposed to link to Doug Savage's site, Savage Chickens (or just the cartoons about poetry)
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