Monday, March 18, 2019

More rhyme than reason - 3.18 #sol19 Story Challenge

In a chair at the barber's, my eyes go wide
reading on the counter the glass jar just spied.
Plain white print spells out: Barbicide.
Below that, "Disinfectant, Fungicide & Virucide."
Inside, Jolly-Rancher-blue juice looks undignified,
though no doubt strong stuff, I must confide.
While my hygiene habits constitute no guide,
can't help pondering with a hit to my pride
what's crawled through my hair, then died.

7 comments:

  1. Haha you painted this scene perfectly and so creatively. I feel like I could see you sitting there then spotting the jar and suddenly panicking!

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  2. Wow, you have created cool poetry that your barber would love. Fun!

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  3. Right! The "cide" is so troubling to face, to endure when you are held captive in a barber's chair.

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  4. A creative poem, but my head itches a little now...

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  5. Just makes me grin and grin. I'm with JennieB - smiling, but trying not to scratch my scalp.

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  6. I’m feeling a little itchy. What could that blue liquid be I’ve oftentimes pondered.

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  7. Knock, knock. Who's there? Eclipse. Eclipse who? Eclipse hair! ?mirt peeK

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