Hair-do Choices
I asked my Mum to make a plait
she twisted and twisted
and just that
a snake-like tail hung down my back.
I asked my Mum to give me curls
she rolled and rolled and
in a twirl
my head was crowned of lots of curls.
I asked my Mum for ‘pony tails’
some baubles and bands
and lots of smiles
which now I shake and flick and flail.
I asked my Mum to cut my hair
she snipped and snipped
then suddenly stopped ...
‘cos I’ve much less hair, anywhere.
she twisted and twisted
and just that
a snake-like tail hung down my back.
I asked my Mum to give me curls
she rolled and rolled and
in a twirl
my head was crowned of lots of curls.
I asked my Mum for ‘pony tails’
some baubles and bands
and lots of smiles
which now I shake and flick and flail.
I asked my Mum to cut my hair
she snipped and snipped
then suddenly stopped ...
‘cos I’ve much less hair, anywhere.
This poem is copyright (©) Fran Bridger 2025
About the Writer
Fran Bridger
Frances lives on Exmoor and always writes a poem for the local Exmoor News. She has been published in Mslexia, the Parrakeet Magazine and the Dirigible Balloon. In response to a relative's death during covid she published a book of poems to raise funds for Marie Curie. Much of her poetry reflects the environment, wildlife, farming, and nature.
