Aunt marjorie's wig
Aunt Marjorie's wig went a missin
While cooking a stew and reminiscing
She recalled her first kiss
as a bit hit and miss
With a fidgety midget from gissing
As she filled her meat pie
She started to cry
Cos the onion was burning a lot
It tasted quite bitter she thought with a titter
As she laughed in plopped her locks
Feeingl much lighter
she skipped and she hopped
Unware of her missing hairpiece
Though her head was much smaller
She could not recall when her wig found it's silent release
Short sighted from birth she stood by the hearth
And drank til she barely could stand
And without looking
she devoured her cooking
Bit by bit she gorged on each strand
Not knowng what she was doing
She just kept on chewing and chewing
Forcing the last dreg of the wig with her hand
She lay on her bed feeling quite overfed
With light shiny spot on her head
She turned over and over with a pain in just below her
Not sure of how long it would last
So she went to the loo
And after a BIG NUMBER 2
She saw a large hairy hat floating past! !
poem by Yvette Smith
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