The Hair from my Neck

Heh, found crazy hair on my neck. So I wrote a poem about it. Then I killed it.

Oh tiny hair on the side of my neck

You've avoided my capture many a time.

Now you are clutched, you are naught but a speck

Soon I will throw you in the bin with the grime.

 

You cannot stay on my neck little hair

The look of your grotesque length is apalling.

No hiding, come out and play if you dare

No bending or... Oops! The tweezers are falling

 

You win again, my mechievious hair.

You can sleep for tonight, for on the morrow

You will die, I'll pluck you! But do not despair.

I'll remember you and hold you in sorrow.

 

Reviews

[LSS]

You're getting better with the rhyme and meter, but then you were always good at that. Add a little more flow to the story: turn it into something like a watercourse bubbling softly down thru a rocky meadow, quiet but moving relentlessly, steadily.