A clip brought this on. A simple, everyday, normal clip.
and cracked the 'war'-paint,
A cunningly designed
instrument of restraint.
It strained at the roots.
But the eye-pleasing result,
silenced any complaint.
A cunningly designed
instrument of restraint.
It held all the hair
back from her face
kept it ever so firmly
within given space.
A cunningly designed
instrument of restraint.
So there it lay
stranded amongst strands
black and gray.
Hither and thither
would they joyously sway
But she was afraid.
And so, it stayed.
A cunningly designed,
instrument of restraint.
When she had passed,
the kindly mortician-
her last beautician,
blissfully unaware,
undid her hair
and let it fall angelically 'round her face.
(in its rightful place)
How easily he'd rid her
of a lifetime's restraint!
Everyone at the ceremony
remarked after scrutiny,
and 'ooh'd and 'ahh'd
at her ethereal beauty.
They were apalled
to many a sharp intake of breath
at the eerie development;
She'd blossomed in death!!
Poetry by shar
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Written on 2008-07-06 at 07:27
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Wanted: A Kindly Mortician
It pulled at the wrinklesand cracked the 'war'-paint,
A cunningly designed
instrument of restraint.
It strained at the roots.
But the eye-pleasing result,
silenced any complaint.
A cunningly designed
instrument of restraint.
It held all the hair
back from her face
kept it ever so firmly
within given space.
A cunningly designed
instrument of restraint.
So there it lay
stranded amongst strands
black and gray.
Hither and thither
would they joyously sway
But she was afraid.
And so, it stayed.
A cunningly designed,
instrument of restraint.
When she had passed,
the kindly mortician-
her last beautician,
blissfully unaware,
undid her hair
and let it fall angelically 'round her face.
(in its rightful place)
How easily he'd rid her
of a lifetime's restraint!
Everyone at the ceremony
remarked after scrutiny,
and 'ooh'd and 'ahh'd
at her ethereal beauty.
They were apalled
to many a sharp intake of breath
at the eerie development;
She'd blossomed in death!!
Poetry by shar
Read 942 times
Written on 2008-07-06 at 07:27
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