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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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!