I have a cowlick in my hair
that drives me quite insane.
Those strands of hair will not lie down;
it’s hair you cannot train.
Yet Tuesday morning when I woke,
I had a different thought —
I’d make those hairs behave for once,
no matter how they fought.
I combed and brushed and combed some more,
but still they would not lie,
and so I got my brother’s gel —
it sure was worth a try!
I took a great big glob of gel
and slapped it on that hair,
so when the cowlick popped back up,
all I could do was stare!
Five bobby pins would not keep down
those nasty, stubborn strands,
and neither would, you won’t believe,
my sister’s three hairbands.
I now agree I lost my cool!
In fact, I went too far!
I used a tube of Superglu
before I used the tar.
Despite all that, those hairs soon poked
out from that tar so black,
yet I would not admit defeat,
and made one last attack.
“You’ll stand no longer, stupid hair!”
I ranted and I raved,
but now I’m truly sorry ’bout
the bald spot that I shaved.
“The Cowlick” was originally published in my poetry book, The New Toe: Poems To Tickle Your Funnybone”, in 2001.