This poem took us a while to make, considering it's size. There were periods of time during it's writing when I guess Andrew and I didn't see each other very much. We still haven't quite caught on to just calling each other to write poetry. There's really not much to say about the topic, we both have magnificent hair and we wanted to share the fact with the world. The day after we'd just written a whole lot of stuff at our small group that we both go to I called Andrew and we finished up the poem over the phone.

Our Lovely Hair
By Jonathan Charlton and Andrew Saah
April 21, 1999

Here is a poem about our hair
Go ahead and read it if you dare
Andrew’s hair is plenty red
If you hurt his hair we’ll make sure you’re dead
My brown hair used to be real poofy
Some fellas thought it looked kinda goofy
Our haircuts will require some writing about
So take a moment and hear us out
Andrew thought that of his haircut I would be affrighted
I reacted differently; I saw and was delighted
Andrew calls his haircut a buzz
When he got it he lost lots of fuzz
I don’t know what my haircut’s called
It’s a far cry from being bald
At first I thought my cut was ugly
When I felt my head it wasn’t snuggly
After a while it started to grow
And then I liked it, what do you know?
We don’t think this poem should be done quite yet
Till our hair descriptions have all been met
Andrew thinks his hair grows too fast
He wishes it didn’t so his cut would last
My hair keeps out water really well
When it’s soaked you can’t even tell
Andrew can’t think what to write, he doesn’t really care
When asked of his fluff’s qualities he said, “It’s just hair.”
I’m still full of things to say
I’ll go ahead and write away
Sometime short people ask me to duck
So they can rub my hair for luck
There’s not much curlier than the hair on my head
It makes a lasting impression on my bed
My hair keeps me toasty warm
It keeps out hornets by the swarm
This poem should be over but I’m so on fire
Writing about hair seems to be my desire
Contrary to what many people may say
My hair is real; it’s not a toupee
If I had a dime for each hair I own
My wallet would bulge and probably moan
My hair can conceal an abundance of stuff
I’ve seldom seen such secretive fluff
The hair on my head has not found an equal
This poem’s real good, we should write a sequel

(c)1999 by Jonathan Charlton and Andrew Saah
 

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