Greasy Hair: A Poem (or something like that)
How is it that late already?
Didn’t my alarm go off?
Yawning, Realizing, Rushing
Thankfully I set out clothes,
My lunch and bag fully packed
Time was short so the decision was clear
Greasy hair it is
Brush, Brush, Dry Shampoo, Brush
Nothing will fix this mess
All day long I’ll look forward to
The shower awaiting me at home
Sorry this poem doesn’t rhyme. It bothers me too. But I guess that fits perfectly with the feeling I had all day – uneasy, icky, greasy hair.
Count it All Joy 
We were in the same boat today! At least your hair was down and presentable. Mine, not so much!!
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I’ll bet it wasn’t as bad as you felt it was 🙂
I like how the discordance in your poem reflects how you felt today. But I also get a sense of humor in there somewhere.
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You might be the next Shel Silverstein with this one! Liked how you looped it back around at the end.
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I wish I could even pull of the greasy hair look! If I go a morning without shampooing I look like Albert Einstein!
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I’d never even heard of dry shampoo until recently, but I can still relate to your poem. Like Fran, I like how the chaos of your day is reflected in your poem. I’ll be that shower felt good!
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