Mr. Handsome Poem by Chard DeNiord

Mr. Handsome

Rating: 5.0


A blue jay with a haircut
at the feeder turned to look at me.
"Nice hair cut," I said
and he flew away.
As for me,
I let my hair grow down to my shoulders.
But no matter how I wore it, short or long,
I was always "a sight" to him.
I spoke.
He flew.
Again and again.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvia Frances Chan 01 December 2021

Enjoyable poem about Mr. Handsome, WHO is Mr. Handsome, the man speaking to theBlue Jany or the blue jay self? Clever thought-provoking poem.5 Stars full By the way CONGRATULATIONS being chosen as The Poet Of The Day. Hoorray!

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Chard DeNiord

Chard DeNiord

New Haven, Connecticut
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