War Of The Hairs

War Of The Hairs

1993 by Bud Lemire

 

Irritating me, they seem to be everywhere

First there's one here, then there's one there

The long ones are at battle, with my skin

After they get started, the short ones begin

They come in many colors, but most of them are dark

When they touch my skin, they leave behind a red mark

But I will banish them, if it takes until I die

AYEE! WEE! OYO! GOTZU! Hear my battle cry!

As they gather on my blanket, and upon my bed

They're a bunch of rebels, that came from my head

With a strong breath, I make my attack

I notice one sneaking, from the blanket's crack

After my breath was released, they disappeared

There's quite a few on my pillow, just as I feared

They are the enemy, I know that I will win

With a hair-brained idea, I let out a grin

If it's war they want, I'll fight fire with fire

Uck! One is on my tongue, which sets off my ire

My madness caused me to let my blanket fly

I see more hairs, two inches from my left eye

My skin is quite red, and so is my face

And my blanket seems to be, all out of place

He started cooling off, with no blanket on him

A new strategy was needed, maybe a trim

I need to stop this war, that put my nerves on end

With those words, his arms started to bend

With the sweeping of his hands, his movement swift and fast

There were no hairs in sight, they were gone at last

Like a hero who has won a war, at least that now was done

Settling down for relaxation, he can't say that was fun

As he's falling fast to sleep, a bad feeling starts

The fuzz upon his blankets, turns his face red in some parts

Pulling the covers over his head, and closing his eyes tight

His mind is just too tired, to start another fight