Poetry Friday Word for Tomorrow (here baby, there mama, everywhere daddy daddy)
I tend to shower and wash my hair at night. My tendency towards morning sleep deprivation would lead me to be A Dangerous Situation if I were to crawl into a slippery tub upon waking.
Yesterday morning my hair looked like Medusa.
Like a big-haired 80s disaster…high and poofy, with the unnatural waves and kinks of a cartoon witch.
My children laughed at me.
The Poetry Friday WORD for tomorrow is “HAIR”. Feel free to use it in your blog post, in whatever fashion tangles your locks…poem, story, photo of that mullet you grew in middle school, odorama spritz of your favourite hair gel….
Have you seen “Hair”? The movie I mean? Wasn’t Treat Williams just dreamy? I mean, c’mon, he’s the epitome of 70s hippie love, what with the hair and those Robert Plant-like-jeans, and, well, I mean…DAAAA-YUM, he was HAWT.
Don’t you have a 70s crush on someone? You must.