Your hair is blond,
your eyes are blue.
I'd walk through hell
for a kiss from you.
When I get sad, I feel blue
The whole world seems to pick on you.
The sky is dark, the colors black
I want to put my head in a sack.
But then, just when I'm full of despair,
Something happens to clear the air.
And then my world is bright
No longer am I full of fright.
My gloom is gone, my troubles vanished,
For by my will, I had them banished.
(a child's hair-raising experience)
When I was child, young and fair, I tried to put a curl in my
By sticking my finger in a socket, I felt like I was a rocket.
It started at one end and went to the other.
Soon my hair lifted, it was sizzlin', I smelled like burnt
My mom came a'runnin, she knocked me away, the socket it
sparked, popped and fizzled.
My finger was sore, it hurt like the dickens,
I knew then and there that my legs were a'kickin.
Mom turned around, she was all in a frazzle, her face was
white and her eyes lost their dazzle.
I opened my mouth, she said with a holler,
"Stay away from the sockets, or you'll not get taller."
Charge of the lunch brigade
were glowing brightly, their breath was steaming hot.
their knives and forks and spoons, as they raced against the clock.
The line was
growing longer, time was running out,
hungry crowd began to push, and then to shove and shout.
their lips and sighed, as they gazed upon the food,
would fill their bellies if the line would ever move.
it was slipping, fading fast away
As the clock
upon the wall ticked the seconds away.
Then the line
started moving, the people pushed and shoved,
each morsel, like manna from above.
Soon they all
were sitting, gobbling every bite,
and every mouth, with all the food in sight.
Soon the time
had all run out, the crowd had gone away.
The workers of
the lunchroom stared out in dismay, for food was here,
And food was
there, not a clean spot anywhere.
So you see my
friends that this is the tale,
Of the charge
of the lunch brigade
Copyright 1970-2007 by L. J.