Saboteur
“Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.” ~P.G. Wodehouse, Very Good, Jeeves
She’s gentle, sweet and
delicate
but priests could ne’er stay
celibate
if they’d but catch a glimpse of her.
She’s ginger; she’s a
saboteur.
Demurely, she will pour
chartreuse
into your flute. Then she’ll seduce
you, ‘though you are a
connoisseur.
She’s ginger; she’s a
saboteur.
Pearls and pale organza dresses
serve as backdrop for flame
tresses
and in the end, you will concur.
She’s ginger; she’s a
saboteur.
Advice, in this case, would
prove moot.
Her auburn curls? Forbidden
fruit.
She’s everything that you’d
prefer:
She’s ginger; she’s a
saboteur.
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Whiskered Wit
"There’s many a man has more hair than wit." ~William Shakespeare
A perfect instance of a man
whose mustache has its own
game plan.
Edwardian, he’s style and
grace.
He tells the world: “Regard
my face.
“With just a bit of mustache
wax
I ‘m dashing, so I can relax
and strut inside most any
place.
I tell the world, regard my
face
“and note the look that
brilliance speaks,
above my lips: two perfect
peaks
that curl on ends to fill the
space.
I tell the world, regard my
face
“which says I’m full of wit
and verve.
It’s nothing less than I
deserve.
My whiskers are what I
embrace:
they tell the world, regard
my face.”
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| artwork by Lucy Dawson, Posing Cairn Terrier,1937 |
Cairn Terriers
"Maybe it's the hair. Maybe it's
the teeth. Maybe it's the intellect. No, it's the hair." ~Tom
Shales
I’m fuzzy and I’m cuddly too.
You want to hug me…yes, you do.
My bark is worse than my wee bite.
A Cairn‘s all sweetness and all
light.
I am all heart beneath my coat,
a shaggy movie star of note.
I’m really big, ‘though I seem
slight.
A Cairn‘s all sweetness and all
light.
When o’er the rainbow, Dorothy
flew
she took along – well, you know
who.
And Toto never got stage fright.
A Cairn‘s all sweetness and all light.
I’ve fluffy, wheaten brindle fur
(so never say, “You mangy cur!)
Instead just brush me. Ooooh…delight!
A Cairn‘s all sweetness and all light.
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Notes: All three poems are in the form Kyrielle. The inspiration was based on the prompt of 'hair' (in a vintage sense) as provided for by Sepia Saturday. The title of the post is actually an allusion to the show Haïr (which, in French, has an entirely different meaning than the English word.) As for the actual poems, I decided that I wanted to do something for men, for women - and then for Cairn terriers, in honor of my wonderful little Corky. She is the rockingest dog ever, and even at 15 she's still the boss.
