Here’s the second poem I’ve written from my poetry challenge. The topic suggested was ‘prickly facial hair’ from Kooky Chic
Please tell me why in middle-age
My hairs have reached a bonkers stage?
The ones up top are falling out,
From stranger places they now sprout.
Upon my knuckles, knees and toes
And even from inside my nose.
They’re on my chin for goodness sake,
I’m pretty cross make no mistake!
The little buggers stand out proud,
Together huddled in a crowd.
Thick and prickly there to see,
And pretty gross as you’ll agree.
Removal cream has no effect;
Those blasted hairs have no respect.
And when I get the tweezers out,
“Don’t make me laugh!” I hear them shout.
So now I have a whiskery chin,
And random stubble on my skin.
The hair upon my upper lip
Is long enough to need a clip!
It’s thinning out in other places;
Where was hair there now are spaces.
Eyebrows, head and down below –
The balding spots just grow and grow.
My nether regions are receding,
Stylish wig I’ll soon be needing.
No more need for fancy waxing,
Where it’s gone is truly taxing!
My brows are scraggy, thin and flat,
No longer luscious, full and fat.
I’ve had to learn to draw them in,
No wonder that I’ve turned to gin!
The hairdresser has had enough,
To cope with me it must be tough.
She tries to pull the hair across,
And lets me quietly mourn its loss.
I smile into her mirrored wall,
I really don’t look bad at all.
My fringe is full, the gap has gone;
I’M FAB WITHOUT MY GLASSES ON!
So how do YOU feel about your hair in midlife?