Poor Schlossenfuss with his hair amuss,
it always was so frizzy.
His mother couldn't help him
'cause she always was so busy.
He'd comb and comb in his room at home
but the frizzies only spread
and then got much more tangled up
by the time he went to bed.
His father rushed to buy a brush
but still without a doubt,
poor Schlossenfuss now combed AND brushed
but still they won't come out.
Poor Schlossenfuss with his hair amuss...
we don't know what to do.
The barber says to shave it off...
Oh no! Should he? Would you?
very cute and funny timing because my daughter was just tryng to comb me out. LOL; -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your ability to make up words like Schlossenfuss. What a GREAT word! Many of your poems are reminiscent of Seuss. Love it! S