Let’s go… Slaho!

Hiding Curls 

There once was a man with curly hair 

So curly in fact, that everybody would stare 

He shaved his whole head and left it bare 

Then people gawked at it because nothing was there. 

The poor man knelt down and he said a short prayer 

“O Lord please help me so that I may not to care 

Or at least so that I may not be so aware 

Of people looking at me because it’s not fair 

That I have been cursed with a head that’s so rare.” 

The Lord quickly replied, “Now son, don’t you dare 

Do something drastic upon a barber’s chair, 

Then blame me cause your head’s the shape of a pear. 

So I didn’t give you the dance moves of Fred Astaire, 

But I gave you some curls that provide great flare.” 

The man said, “You know if I had to compare, 

I much preferred how my hair fluttered in the air 

when I climbed up the mountain back in Montpelier.” 

The man was so happy that God took time to share 

He grew back his hair and showed it off everywhere. 

Now he avoids all razors and sheers and even Nair 

So everyone could stare at his God given hair. 

CHAPTER 45
A Scarcity of Words
A picture is worth 1000 words.
I left my picture at home.
DAMMIT!
THE END

CHAPTER 44
Waning Seconds of the Life of a Mosquito
GASP!!
(flashback)
“We’ll call him Bert…”
“Look dear, his wings are coming in…”
“Honey, He’s Flying, He’s Flying!!”
“I’m leaving, mom, it’s time…”
“I… LOVE… BLOOD!…”
“Puddle ORGY!!!”
“Conquering hairy legs is the epitome of victory…”
“Honey, I need to go, I need to get food…”
(Voice ringing…”don’t go, don’t go”)
SpLaT!!
THE END

Foggy Future
The unenviable task of writing my life
Has unfortunately fallen to me.
It would be so much easier if someone else did it
But he’s got his own life to write about, see?
The decisions I make lead me down a path
That until hindsight seem so unforeseen.
If someone else were to write up my life I’d read it
So I could always be where I’m supposed to have been.
Any takers?