or Snarky Little Bastard
Written for the Dove and Indiblogger 'My beautiful hair story' contest.
Once made friends with a hairy sow;
Rolling in the muck, they’d cause a furor
And the animals all laughed at the human boar
And Baloo the bear didn’t know where to start!
Mowgli, now, was a child close to his heart,
But he’d turned “dirty” into an art
And then the rest of the boy, ’ere he fled
Baloo lathered the shampoo and then he said,
But Mowgli, that wily little fellow,
“NO!!! I’d rather stay grimy, dirty and yellow!”
Till an idea struck him and he started to mellow
She helped Mowgli escape from Baloo’s wrath
They ran helter-skelter off the path,
And soon were in another mud bath.
Decided to wash his own hair instead.
Now he’s got hair like silken thread,
Silky and strong, and not just on his head!
Turned impish and said, “Look like a marshmallow!”
Baloo trembled in rage, turned quite into jello,
And dragged the boy to their bungalow
(it was either that, or make up line with ‘math’)
Then it came, like David versus Goliath,
And Baloo scrubbed, like a psychopath
Super shiny and clean; quite the figurehead
And the telepathic sow in snarky his mind read—
“I hope to God this poem was proofread!”