Bed Head
I can't do a thing with my hair-do.
I've tried but it's simply no use.
I can't make it stay where I put it today
with styling gel, hair spray, or mousse.
No bobby pin, brush, or bandanna,
can get my hair under control.
I've tried every comb, every clip in my home,
and covered my head with a bowl.
I've tried using forks in frustration.
I've tried using pokers and picks.
I've tried using straps; I've tried headbands and caps.
I've even tried shoestrings and sticks.
Regardless of how I attack it,
I simply cannot make it stay.
I guess I can't win, so I'll have to give in
and look like my students today.
--Kenn Nesbitt
I never really had a favorite poem as a child, because I never really got into reading poetry. I liked to write my own little poems, but I never got into reading them. So I browsed the internet and found this on www.poetry4kids.com. I read this poem and it automatically took me back to my "nappy headed childhood." I was born with naturally curly hair, and I was a very rough sleeper. So, my mom would always have the hardest time getting my hair to look decent. So this poem basically describes a typical morning for me when I was little. Now that I'm older, my hair has calmed down and I can actually manage it, but I can vividly remember screaming at my mom as she tried her hardest to comb a brush through my tangles, and just doing everything she could to make it look less messy. I love poems that rhyme. This poem has a ABCB rhyme scheme and I think it rolls off the tongue when I read it outloud. It's very catchy, and the words are just clever. I have so much admiration for poets, because anyone who can take a meaningful story and turn it into a catchy rhyme has talent. This poem is a new favorite.