The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 202 Poem by Flying Lemming

I always doubted reincarnation
I may need reconsideration
As it’s the only explanation

You may not believe me
But I can see quite clearly
My hair was once Houdini

The greatest escapologist
Is here right now and does exist
Far from being gone and dead
He’s living sat upon my head
Nothing can contain my hair
It just sticks out everywhere
With any gel or wax or mousse
I find it’s all of no use

The pattern in which it has grown
Shows it has a life of its own
No compliance has it ever shown

But I treat it as my friend
It’s not that bad in the end
And unstyled is the latest trend

So we now live quite peacefully
On a truce we both agree
I don’t bother it and it doesn’t bother me