There once was a maiden so fair
Who cut all her families hair,
Collected all up in a great big bin
Threw it all over the garden in Spring,
Sat down in the chair for a rest
To watch the birds pick it up for their nest,
But the maiden got angry began to shout
The birds made a mess on her washing she’d just pegged out,
It was dire
all over my best white shirt I wear in the choir,
Them birds can be a pest,
I’ve let them use my hair for their nest.
Editorial footnote:
Russell “Russ” Crabtree is a part of Writers Assemble -the local community group project run by Destiny Poets as part of our wider community involvement and outreach.
For more info, checkout the facebook page for Writers Assemble.
A delightfully whimsical piece.
The poem makes me wonder who the narrator is vis a vis the fair maiden cutting her family’s hair and scattering it all over the garden ! The birds are naughty to soil the shirt of one of the family members who has contributed material for their nest
A witty,engaging narrative.
The poem is full of fun and wit which makes it an interesting read!