Doing The Wife’s Hair


Doing the Wife’s Hair

Husbands, raise your hands
Keep them up if you love your wife
Keep them up if you colour your wifes hair
Okay, this is for the three of us that are left….

I did my wife a favour
As I do, because I can
I help her when I’m able
Not just because I am a man

I kill bugs when requested
I do the laundry like I should
I clean the bathroom when it’s dirty
And by doing so , feel good

Every few weeks I will help her
Hide the grey that she can see
I don’t volunteer to do it
But it’s cheap to hire me

A salon visit is expensive
Doing hair, and waiting hours
I just slip on my latex hand wear
And I have a bag full of super powers

Yes, I help my wife get couloured
I take the time and do her hair
I also, get it on the tiles
Up the wall and on two chairs

The dog gets covered just a little
The rug, a window and the bed
But, we always buy two packets
So, there’s enough to do her head

I have a jacket slightly mottled
It’s got a few brown spots, some red
I don’t know exactly how it happened
I even got some on our bed

Just call me Mr. Kenneth
In my jumpsuit doing hair
I get it where I think she needs it
And I spray it everywhere

She comes out looking gorgeous
She’s always happy with the result
She always looks a little different
Like someone who believes in the occult

If you’re a husband who likes money
Save it, colour your wife’s hair
Your part only takes ten minutes
You need ten towels, one mask, one chair

It brings us both closer together
My arms look like a leopard skin
All my shirts are slightly spotted
But all those spots, make me look thin

I’ve got to go now and get cleaned up
The carpets ruined, so’s the wood
But, she’s happy and we all know that
If the wife is happy….all is good!



Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:

"After the Storm" Painting by Holly Anderson From

“After the Storm”
Painting by Holly Anderson

ramshackle lives
knocked about
in the storm
grasp for ethics
no matter the
provenance any
slight handhold
gains expedient
purchase false
principles swarm
in violent air
immoralities clash
for supremacy
over the winds
that uproot with
ease weightless
tenuous minds

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Originally posted on Kelly's Wandering Mind:

26 of 31 OctPoWriMo

Liz was a delicate doll

Adult woman, yet small

Her beauty enthralled

Leaving Jack appalled

It was a dreadful brawl

He hit her curled in a ball

To the phone she crawled

She tried to make a call

No! On a drunken drawl

He pulled it out of the wall

Then she had a fatal fall

Now she roams these halls

Conjuring shrieking bawls

Reliving her sad befall

Each day at nightfall

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Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:

"Old Truck in Weeds" Photo by Pat Corrigan From

“Old Truck in Weeds”
Photo by Pat Corrigan

somebody’s ride
died a long time ago
sworn to silence
as all good dead
bootleggers must
heady days bumping
trails where the
coppers were paid
not to keep their
appointments with
justice sweet times
before rust grew
from weeds and
real steel before
real rubber tires
dissolved in the dirt
wild speakeasy years
when staunch patriots
danced in the
boneyards of barren
authority flouting its
artifice governing
public morality

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Originally posted on hocuspocus13:

Come tip toe through…

Spirits made known by wet foot prints

A point outside of time

The natural order dissolves back to primordial chaos

Lighted torches guide the way

Delightfully haunted…

Captivating your mind

Those that set everything in motion

The spinners of fate

Snip your string of life

Nameless stone marker glows on a moonless night

Mysterious energy runs through here

Push past the fear go deeper within

She’s dressed in black as whispers enter your ear

The earth shivers

Immerse yourself in the rhythm


Travel with us to the darkest depths inside ourselves

And see everything we’ve hidden…
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