hair

Poetry and hair
Or just poetry
Or maybe just hair…
For just a moment sit back in your chair.
And hear if you dare
About…
the length of hair
So here is to history
And a little story
So sad but true…
This girl sat in a tower high
Just waiting on this boy to come by…
Waiting, waiting the day long…
Would you think sitting she sang a song?
But alas, he would appear…
the sweet boy without fear
For all the world to hear…
Rapunzel, Rapunzel …throw down your hair…
Her locks sun of gold…
Was the boy a gullible fool…
Now have you ever heard of a peeping tom?
Did you know that it became a term
a fitting punishment, quite stern.
For she rode her horse through the street…long hair…and a body bare.
And upon her steed…old Tom looked and stared..
For at the moment he looked at her beauty.. with her skin so fair
The voyeur in him …. his seeing to be disturbed…
And from that day on he was blind….
and we now have him as Peeping Tom.
Did he get what he deserved?
You might know the lady upon her horse…
Why …Lady Godiva , of course
Hair equals power
As does power equals hair…
Like the star’s rays that shower
And when it, long hair, is let down…
The twist of your hand
And the shake of your head
How the silence is the sound….
The reddish tint in your lock’s of brown…
By the candle or the moon
bright…in their light
As a dream…
In those beams
The shadow thrown
Your length of hair…
Now, my imagination is more than torn.